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So tell me, how do you feel about Jack the Ripper'? |
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Get him! |
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Want me to get him? Well I got him |
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My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him |
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With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed |
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To make him rewind this time I draw the line |
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He's mine, just chill |
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Don't nobody touch him 'cos I'mma get ill |
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The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill |
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And this time I shoot to kill |
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Just like a sucker you took the bait |
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Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late |
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So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up |
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You're hungry for a battle now it's time to eat up |
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Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cos I knew |
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You was talkin' that junk punk, now I'mma do you |
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The way you should be done, call you my son |
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Make you say, "Daddy, I don't want none" |
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I've had enough of you actin' tough |
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You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff |
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Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it |
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You got yourself into it, you blew it |
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You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac |
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You came back with a stone cold plain attack |
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Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that? |
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You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack |
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The Ripper, down with my zipper |
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You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster |
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Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock |
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I'mma knock you out the box, let's go, let's go! |
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Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up? |
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Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up |
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Talk about how your records went double platinum |
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With those lyrics? Huh, I laugh at them |
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So you got paid, take the money you've made |
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Bet it on yourself, are you afraid? |
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Money talks, B.S. walks |
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When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked |
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So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this |
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Battlin's for real men and I doubt if |
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You can even hang or give a run for the money |
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You're just a sucker and it's funny |
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How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York |
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And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk |
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You try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag |
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Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man |
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You ain't got a chance in the world |
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Your records were smokin' but you sound like a girl |
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How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier |
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I'm double platinum, hold up |
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Is he a man or a girl? What in the world? |
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You sound like Cheryl the Pearl |
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And you wanna battle me on the microphone? |
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Leave that crack alone, let's go |
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Let's go!, I said, let's go! |
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Come on, boy, let's go! |
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Better than me? |
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Picture that with a Kodak |
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I don't take no shorts and you know that |
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I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard |
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I don't get even, I get odd, Todd |
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Always one up on ya and I tried to warn ya |
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You slept, you took a back step |
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Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept |
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Your mouth shut, you know what? |
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You gotta say you're sorry, I'm sorry |
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So what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft? |
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Put the microphone down, let's square-off |
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You need a hand, you got hands for tryna be me, now L L stands for |
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Lower Level, Lack Luster, Last Least, Limp Lover |
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Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic, Lazy Lemon, Little Logic |
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Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped, Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips |
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Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse, Low Life with the loud raps, boy |
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You can't win, huh, I don't bend |
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Look what you got yourself in |
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Just usin' your name I took those L's |
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Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells |
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Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw |
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Rhyme for rhyme, yours and mine and yo |
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When it's time to battle rhyme I know |
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How to make it flow, so let's go |
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To the ring, rapper's sing and swing |
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Words and verse, see who deserves to be king |
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Serve a blow to that ego |
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As if you didn't know, let's go, let's go, let's go! |
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How can you say you're the best? |
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Get put to the test in front of a million and fess |
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Tried to withdraw because you saw |
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The juice I got's not like before |
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Huh, I'm formidable, unforgettable |
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You're submittable, you look pitiful |
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Yeah you're headstrong but you're dead wrong |
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Wanna survive? Stick with the love songs |
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Take off your shirt, flex and flirt |
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And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts |
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If you don't, boy you'll get hurt |
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Feel like dirt and have to revert |
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To comin' on stage butt naked |
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To make up for what you can't do on record |
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Open your eyes twice the size and realize |
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I'm on the rise and you're on the demise |
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Ostracized by my reprise |
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Step in my face and watch how that head flies |
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I mean business and I'm serious |
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I ain't sellin' out and now here he is |
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Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin' |
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The money from money, now don't you know they can |
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Use your support 'cos you've got caught |
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Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought |
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A puppet on a string with no heart |
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A fool and his money will always part |
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You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman |
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Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans |
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I'm too potent, powerful and spiritual |
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Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical |
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You wanna beat me? It's gonna take a miracle |
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You've got a lock on my jock like a pitbull |
