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As for years, they have killed one another of |
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And America has enjoyed its creation |
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But now these ghetto minded criminals |
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Have crossed the line into your neighborhood |
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And will soon give you a taste of the hell |
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That they have lived for so long |
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So pops, this time it's your son gets shot |
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Deal with your own creation |
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Well, I've been to the storm house and then some |
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Payed me dues, but |
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I'm still a street hoodlum |
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Dropped out of school, 'cuz |
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I couldn't find my locker |
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Stubbles on my chin, |
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I got hair like |
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ChewbaccaMight see me sleeping on the street |
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Don't look for a job, 'cuz there's no jobs looking for me |
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Then it all went to my head |
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Next thing, forty nine motherfuckers dead |
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Tell the pigs, |
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I did it, place spot at your back |
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And beat you in the head with it |
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And keep your bitch in place |
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Or I'ma send her ass home with a foot print on her face |
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I'm hating sluts, shoot them in the face |
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Step back and itch my nuts, 'less |
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I'm in the sac' |
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Cuz I fuck so hard, it'll break they back |
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All the pressure's packed into one nut |
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I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up |
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And the sight'll make ya sick |
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Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic, psychopathic |
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Thought you knew it bitch |
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The ICP is made up of psychotic |
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Demented psycho clumsy motherfuckers |
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And when we'll put a hook on your dumb leg |
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Like it ain't nobody's business |
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So, I'm standing by the train tracks |
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Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe |
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I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and |
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Ah, until |
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I'm nothing |
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Seems like |
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I always get beat down |
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Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown |
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Tail turned out to the ghetto 'cuz |
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Southwest |
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Detroit is commended one's home |
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So you might see me at a festival |
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Cussin', rude and scratching my testicles |
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With a cold two litre in hand |
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Rapping to the bitch at the |
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French fry stand |
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Take it to the |
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Patent Park |
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Then I'll make a sexist remark' |
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Cuz they're all eventually bitching |
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Serve me fucking take your ass to the kitchen |
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Police don't like me, it's obvious |
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Just don't look in the trunk |
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Or the sight'll make you sick |
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Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic |
