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It's the marksman, armed with bars that scar from yards in |
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Foul-mouth Latino, the Dark-skin Cartman |
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Startling frauds, Skin 'em for probable cause |
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Spit and I topple the gods, gimme applause, when my part starts to resolve |
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Hearts'll dissolve because my love's acidic |
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I'm urgin a bum to mimmick this |
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surgical tongue precision I'll burn him for ****in with it |
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Your sternum gets punched in and it's crushed to ribbons |
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I snuff these timid thugs in denim |
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with tons of gimmicks of drugs & women, I'm done beginning |
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I hunt for limits and I snipe 'em |
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Hung Mother Nature, from the family tree |
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now Father time thinks I don't like him |
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Let's try some Isometric points of view |
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Why do decrepit boys like you lie and profess their flow's improved? |
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When I be rippin' it better than any of you can - regularly |
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So, why don't you just give up? |
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Cause most of y'all niggaz will never get better than me |
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I'm indedbted to these cats like QN5 that set examples |
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With original flows, over these digital lows and snare samples |
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There's ample proof, we're hard to take |
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It's evident when cats tremble in our presence |
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like epileptics doing the Harlem Shake |
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Your ART is fake, and it's troubling, yo |
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There's kids who think the underground just started with Company Flow |
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Now we're stuck with these shows |
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With 14-year olds and poser herbs |
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Claiming their emcees, dropping their fumbled attempts at spoken word |
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Who don't deserve the recognition, but they'll take it |
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Cause when you had the chance and you didn't say shit..you embraced it |
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It's a basic truth, The Plague's the crew |
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We're that anxious group of tasteless dudes |
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that come to your show and can't wait to boo |
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Cause you overdo it, you feel me yet? |
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Rocking a doorag with a headband and a cap that was fitted for Timmy's head |
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You silly bitches, it's time for the detox |
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Copycat rappers act like you got stock options at Xerox |
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You're shocked like you never planned to get caught? |
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Ignorant dick, don't know if Neptunes a planet or not |
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Faggots! You're hot under the collar |
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like catholic fathers with they hands on their cocks |
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Asking a kid if he's a fan of the rock |
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I demand that you watch me, dismantle your block |
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See, I can't ever stop because man never thought |
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That he would develop a gift that would give him |
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an understanding as he was taught |
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We've amassed the assault |
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leave your ashes dissolved from burning |
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QN5 Mother****er, Tonedeff is the name - learn it! |
