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Yo, **** octagon! |
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Don't ask me about that ****in shit |
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****in ask me about that ****in shit again!! |
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I ain't doin that type of shit (i ain't doin that shit) |
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You mother****ers think i'm crazy right? (yeah you crazy) |
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I know, but i am.. |
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I have to show niggaz, word g, i have to blow niggaz |
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Tech 9's, carbines, pointin in your ****in faces |
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Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em |
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Q his kid left there, with ambulances, by the wheelchair |
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Dangerous action, i'm the movie, i'm the main attraction |
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**** up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn |
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Piss in your mailbox, throw shitty pampers every two blocks |
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Cut up your great dane, with charcoal out, leavin great flame |
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You ****in bastard, don't **** with me, you gettin blasted |
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Niggaz get ****ed up, you black niggaz are actin white |
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Your rolex gone, my project's on your airplane flights |
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First time you check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out |
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Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars |
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Come grab the submachines, joe step to seminars |
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Niggaz with diamonds, armed crackheads, clock y'all rhymin |
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Take your girl's necklace, stare at the cops, lookin reckless |
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Ass on the corner, think you safe workin at warner brothers? |
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Polygram building heard some shots, they want me to chill then |
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Security ran, russell simmons saw me in a black van |
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I ran the tight intersection, and caught a big erection |
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Spinnin on 3rd, lexington, through the ****in red |
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I'm in manhattan, naked wigs, on my ****in head |
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Streets full of traffic, drive on sidewalks, that's my habits |
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Chorus: dr. dooom and {unknown guest help} |
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Mental case, mental case |
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{man, he be likin campbell's soup, apple jacks |
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Double xl diapers} |
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Mental case, mental case |
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{chocolate milk, porno films |
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Flintstone tablets} |
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Mental case, mental case |
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{roscoe waffles and make them extra soft oh-kay?} +1 |
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{roscoe waffles.. and make them extra soft dude!} +2 |
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{make sure he gets a girl ohkay?} +3 |
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[dr. dooom] |
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Your style is bitch kid, you ****ed up, sound like a woman |
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I'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch your breast |
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You transvest with small flows, you can't, proper digest |
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You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand |
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I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin |
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Massengil thrills flow through new york, to hollywood hills |
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Your male flow, i'm wipin asscracks like mop-n-glo |
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Mc's get inserts, thrash style selectin bad words |
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Move with your silk suits, i stomp your mics with combat boots |
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Make up your rap that's feeble, small you think it's major |
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I pull your rectum out, erase your girl, off my pager |
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International feedback, i make you twist your knee back |
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I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in teaback's |
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Garter belts on dj's, sportin tryin to spin on felts |
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I see that rugged kid comin through, gimme that screwface |
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He's wearin girdles, your back-up man, sportin pink lace |
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..hey man you better watch your back up in here man |
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They rapin little boys! |
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Chorus |
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[dr. dooom] |
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I stop your intro, move your mic at your birthday party |
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Your group set up, takin turns, y'all shut the **** up |
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Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol's and scratch your butts |
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Stage shows get messed up, you're hardcore, zippin your dress up |
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Move on your projects, new shit, that's how i do shit |
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Word up g, y'all niggaz sound puss, lick my pee-pee veteran nasty |
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Don't even try to ****in ask me, fax you my phone number |
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I beat you down with steel cans and wood lumber |
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Open your face up, dress you with makeup |
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Have your bitch-made, makin kool-aid with your ass out |
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In a glass house, where convicts wear big dicks |
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Strong niggaz, got your assholes in the mix |
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You need protection for that tight infection |
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Chorus |
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[dr. dooom] |
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You boys comin in hard, i'm the warden |
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You go out soft |
