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I slay punks who don't know their own identity |
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You spit my name and use it like an obscenity |
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You got more skulls in your closet than a |
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KennedyYou're on my nuts, so you better hold tenderly |
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I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten |
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You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten |
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You're in a cold sweat like |
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James of the names you knew |
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Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue |
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Of what's about to happen, interaction |
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Two worlds collide, one survives the reaction |
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Hold tight, keep yourself together' |
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Cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather |
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I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be |
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You set yourself up for catastrophe |
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Set yourself up for catastrophe |
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And that's the only way that is has to be |
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The whole damn world is mad at me |
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But I don't give a damn, |
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I'm just glad to be |
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All pain and the fame a society |
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Actuality, it's a formality |
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How can I say, "You ain't shit to me" |
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Without you takin' it personally? |
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Ten, proper years of bringin' funk |
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I still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump |
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I got the loads on the skull, |
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I got my hand on the pump |
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Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks |
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I don't wanna be the |
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King of the |
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SingJust a |
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Soul Assassin for the |
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Cypress Team |
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I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream |
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They love that old |
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South Side gangsta lean |
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Call the Psycobeta, |
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I guess you're crackin' |
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Turn into |
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Mad Dog when |
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I start rappin' |
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Look at hostile, ah, damn wild |
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Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child |
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Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar |
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Hold on and |
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I'll turn y'all punks all wild |
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I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be |
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You set yourself up for catastrophe |
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Set yourself up for catastrophe |
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And that's the only way that is has to be |
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The whole damn world is mad at me |
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But I don't give a damn, |
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I'm just glad to be |
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All pain and the fame a society |
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Actuality, it's a formality |
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How can I say, "You ain't shit to me" |
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Without you takin' it personally?10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on |
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I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers |
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Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers |
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I don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches |
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I got the medicine over the swallow bitches |
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You play roles like an actor but get no |
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OscarGun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster |
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You're just an impostor, you lost your composure |
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Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure |
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But you're in denial and still remain vile |
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In a place within last style and senseless wild |
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I take you down the long trail, you failed to keep up |
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That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper |
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I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be |
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You set yourself up for catastrophe |
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I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be |
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You set yourself up for catastrophe |
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I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be |
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You set yourself up for catastrophe |
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I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be |
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You set yourself up for catastrophe |
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Set yourself up for catastrophe |
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And that's the only way that is has to be |
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The whole damn world is mad at me |
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Man, I don't give a damn, |
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I'm just glad to be |
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All pain and the fame a society |
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Actuality, it's a formality |
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How can I say, "You ain't shit to me" |
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Without you takin' it personally? |
