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ti: Bleach |
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ar: Styles Of Beyond |
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Styles of Beyond Bleach Lyrics |
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Yo, swing the sword for the classic year |
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Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear |
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Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air |
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Spittin' on the baby bib in the plastic chair |
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What' s up stupid? |
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Shoot this |
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151in the shot glass |
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Hot flash |
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Bangin' on the drum, huh |
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We cause havoc down in Las Vegas |
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Paper trails racing Pelican Briefcases |
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We outrageous, name the streets gave us |
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Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers |
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I let ' em all fly, 10in the clip, 1in the chamber |
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Thumbs up! Another banger |
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Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck |
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It' s like gettin' with a dumptruck |
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Brains and guts |
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Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff |
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Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat ' em up |
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OK, I' ll let a sucka' s fly once |
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Face down, found him in his Cap' n Crunch |
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Uh, malpractice a bangall jam |
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I joust rappers and track in the radar scans |
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Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons |
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Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh |
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Don' t stop the sureshot, the ??? anthem |
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Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon |
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What' s up partna, I got ya what, what |
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Hope that spoken gunshots crack the pi ata |
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Slap, box, mouth of backwash |
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Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig? |
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Set the pace like a mustang, mashin' |
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Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash |
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Dropped on a bloodstained mattress |
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Stop, you ain' t got access, watch |
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I' mma change my asset, Ryu and Tak |
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You little cunts in the game, you can suck my cum |
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And lay flat on the ground, don' t make ' em peep |
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If you want the stains out now, get the bleach |
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Guess who' s got the rubber gloves and the bleach? |
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Guess who' s rockin every club, that' s me |
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Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets |
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Keeping it knockin', Jay drop that beat |
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Guess who got the group name on top? |
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S. o. B. Styles of Beyond got the rap thing locked |
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Who want what, when, why, and what not |
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Who got next up, Ryu and Tak |
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Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a click |
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Bloody brains on the sand was like Miracle Whip |
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While the blood keeps gushin', relish and pink mustard, huh |
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I' mma slam till I tear it to bits |
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Till the bell for the recess rang |
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On the defense game |
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You feeling ??? like P. F. Changs |
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Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torch |
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And burn crews for their views that would rock with force |
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Sayin, don' t stop the sureshot, the ??? anthem |
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Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon |
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What' s up y' all, we don' t stall |
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Come one, come all till we drop the ball like |
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Guess who' s got the rubber gloves and the bleach? |
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Guess who' s rockin every club, that' s me |
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Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets |
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Keeping it knockin', Jay drop that beat |
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Guess who got the group name on top? |
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S. o. B. Styles of Beyond got the rap thing locked |
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Who want what, when, why, and what not |
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Who got next up, Ryu and Tak |