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Ha Haha Haha Haha |
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Ha Ha Ha (word a mouth) |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Step right up, step right up |
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And listen close |
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Fuck da beef |
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And just left the pot roast |
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Some shorties try to high boast |
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I ?block? em out |
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Puff blunts and drink private stocks of stout |
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I gots no doubt |
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To let the flow out |
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My windpipe |
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I make ya clap, clap ya hands |
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Like twin ?hype? |
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I keep my stems ripe |
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Puffin' on a peace pipe |
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Quick fast |
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Like Grease Light |
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I'm gonna recite |
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Rhymes re-ignite the mic |
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When the beat strikes |
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It get me hype |
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When ya punks try to beef bite |
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Tight, lyrics that I write is outta site |
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Like a satellite |
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You can't battle right |
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Grab ya mic tight |
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?Groove? like cellulite |
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I can tell you might |
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Be the type to bite |
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And all ?metabolite? |
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All you rappers that bite |
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Unite |
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And form like parasite |
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And swarm like locust at night |
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With the focus to bite |
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I take flight and rise the farenheight |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Arms locked in combat |
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Bombs locked on target |
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?Arm? blocked the march |
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While the flows are bombarded |
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Arch rivals stifled |
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By the likes of ?????? |
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Slice ya face and neck |
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Place the set collect |
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Pay ya debt |
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Place ya bet |
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Stakes is hi-jinx chase my jet |
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If crazy heads don't make em pets |
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I'm with the dead |
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Got butt-naked snakes and bad fate |
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To take my ?bed? |
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I fucked mother nature |
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Made her ten nigga spread |
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And ain't break a sweat |
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Flowin' like Perry on the 28th and Mayhem |
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I make census worth a pennyweight |
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Evacuate |
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This track'll make you chickenheads ejaculate |
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You can't imaginate |
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My fire make ya flow evaporate |
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Set the date |
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Step to the square |
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I scared the record straight |
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Deficate in ya mouth and house you like Section 8 |
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Near the rate |
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Of these litigates |
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Will leave a better taste in your flow |
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So middle aged men, will obliterate |
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[Chorus:] |
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I could burn ya, I could learn ya |
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Somthin' by ya, I could earn ya type |
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(Famous Last Words) |
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I could defeat you, beseetch you |
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To retreat, delete you |
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(Famous Last Words) |
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Son I blast you, I smash you |
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Point my Gat at you, Bless You |
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(Famous Last Words) |
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I'm the toughest, brag, and puffin drags |
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With they heads in a duffle bag |
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(Famous Last Words) |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Mc's scared to be square |
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My styles intimidatin' |
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They mimic me, timidly |
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Simulatin' my semetry |
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Claim they innovatin' |
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I seen like Satan |
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Breaking they flow with flames (DISENIGRATIN') |
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When they taking it all in vain |
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Main lie generatin' |
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Dialers and followers at the same time |
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They call my name |
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Hollerin' in the Hall of Fame |
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I shine like halogen |
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Got it locked with ball and chain |
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Ya'll all remain minute |
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I dilute, ya potency |
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No MC could hold the fate of my future |
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[Verse 4:] |
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1,2 Skip to My Loo |
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This lyric swerve through |
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I house you like a curfew |
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Curse you |
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I hit you off with they hex |
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I got more tech than Apex |
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That spray necks |
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YO Fuck safe sex |
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You get suplex |
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In my two storie duplex |
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Yo' rhymes is rejects |
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Pulled down like v-necks |
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Yo who next? |
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I take a ?four? |
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I stake me all in they heart |
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I'm way smart |
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I went to K-Mart |
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And stole a Go Kart |
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Without the flow chart |
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When the show start |
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I cause a ruckus |
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With rhymes on like Alan |
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From Nassau to Suffix |
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I stuff chicks |
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I tuck dicks |
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Caught in the mix |
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It depend |
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The dizzy flow will leave you seasick |
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Yo frequent |
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If I ruled the world |
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My first to free would be Rick |
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Hey yo my rhymes is mad phat |
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My mic's bulemic |
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Ya style's anemic |
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My scenic visions cycle like the one in prisms |
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My rhymes is larger than any tiny micro-organisms |
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Metaphors has risen over the top |
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I kick the ancient bee bop |
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Pump Like a Reebok |
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See through my eyes |
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Then a peacock |
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I leave you as a laughin' stock |
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I'm gattin flocks of mc's |
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Who plastic glocks in they rhyme |
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But due time |
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I reach my true prime |
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Deaf like pantimime |
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As I chant a rhyme |
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You can't deny |
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My plan to plant ya mind |
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Inside my pocket |
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The lyric pilot keep ya in the cockpit |
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I rock shit |
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I fucking box it |
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I'm highly toxic...poison |
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I make more noise than a block orchestra |
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I'm stalkin' ya |
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Follow my road I'm forkin' ya |
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To the path |
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So YO! |
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Tell a friend |
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Tell a foe |
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Tell a hoe |
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Tell any fellow |
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I do it right like Danny Aeillo |
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I'm coming at you like a helo-copter |
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Chop ya |
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Couldn't hold the mic if I spot ya |
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[Chorus] |