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[Verse 1 - Skits ViciouAnnotates] |
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Hip hop hooligan, I never went back to school again |
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When I figured how to use the pen |
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On the path of revenge, on the loose again |
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Rollin' 20 deep with my Ghost Town bully clan |
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Who I am? You may call me the boogeyman |
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And if ya ass is fat, we can do a dance |
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Teddy Killerz steady kill it in the mix |
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Wicked with the lyric ************t, you know I never miss |
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I ran into a million dumb people in the biz |
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They said I rap too evil, but now I'm gettin' rich |
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I don't give a ************t though, kick it like a schizo |
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Another horrorcore banger for your disco |
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You think you're in the clouds, I will take you higher |
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Sound like a got a throat full of razor wire |
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(It's) Time to get dough, (It's) time to explode |
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How the rest goes, you can ask **** |
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[Verse 2 - ****y Rotten] |
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Rotten representin', raisin' tension |
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Nobody in your damn crew's worth the ******' mention |
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You're doin' quite well, it's an intervention |
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Kill 'em all off, it's just wackness prevention |
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Centre of attention, mow 'em all down, don't make no exceptions |
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Don't really care 'bout the house of correction |
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My fam right here don't need no protection, pay attention |
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No objections, it's time for redemption |
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Out for perfection, I'm gunnin' like Texans |
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Didn't see ya comin', ace in deception |
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Push this whole thing to another direction |
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Explosives, I've got a whole collection |
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I'll make sure you'll get a warm reception |
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You unaware, incoming detecting |
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The Master Xploder's blowin' up your section |
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[Bridge] |
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(still droppin' the bomb once again now...) |
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[Verse 3 - Jay Reaper] |
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What up is, I got some rough ************t for you suckas |
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****** the police, never talk rubbish |
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Butterfly knives, comin' for your stomach |
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The GOAT ****** runnin', the **** ****** runnin' |
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I want 5 hundred mother******' million |
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It's that or your children, blow up the building |
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Now hands to the ceiling and ************ we ain't kiddin nah |
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The way we livin' there's no ******s to be given nah |
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Puff loud even better than Cheech |
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Then I preach like a mother******' Cherokee Chief |
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I got reach from the streets to the Pelican Beach |
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We got beats that'll breach through you ************ ass creeps |
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So what's good ******, test me I wish you would ****** |
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**** D.O.D. you misunderstood ****** |
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So cut the crap cause I'm colder than Cola |
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Better than Hova, (Who?) Master Xploder |
