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I be comin like a auto but I'm murderin everything |
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I'm a killa wit the mission to flip it |
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I'm sick wit the givin, the lip I be itchin to give it |
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A wif of the wicked, I stick it wit the quick and they diggin it! |
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NIGGA! |
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Like i said it befo' I'm a get up and go |
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And get it, because I'm Mr. Malignant, keepin' you riveted |
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Livin' it, paligiment, sin a bit |
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And a chick in a minute, Tecca Nina be kickin' it |
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I flow for the middle west, go for your little neck |
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Don't let me get it, but your hoe, I'm a get it wet |
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Stop and drop, on top of twat, in your kitchen |
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Not the guap, I pop without an admission |
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Hailin' from Mizzery |
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You can smell out the hell in the thizzery, just remember me |
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Bustin' deliveries and I'm makin' them shivvery |
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I'm takin' my little city to lyrical liberty |
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I go for the gusto and lead the ground |
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No bush to beat around |
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All the midwest choppers on this track and yes, oh, we are down |
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Tecca Nina wit Bone, everybody gets on, all the MCs we a clown |
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And we do it like a bullet, from a gun, or better yet, the speed of sound! |
