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[Verse 1] |
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Rappers talking *******t, that's a slaughter call |
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Slice his neck, blood flowing like a waterfall |
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I'm a sexy ******* beast, hope your daughter's home |
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I'm a modern gnome spitting out a lot of poems |
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You want to hear the ******* best? 'Kay, you got it, holmes |
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I don't like to sit and rot at home, watch this Rottie foam |
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Foaming at the mouth, roaming through the South |
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Kill it in the North, kill it in your house |
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Doesn't really matter where I'm at - white tarantula |
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My name is spreading all around, got a spatula? |
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Little guy but my aura is gargantuan |
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People stop in cars and tell me, "Mad Child, you're a champion" |
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I say thank you very much, take a quick photo |
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Don't like my *******t? You can suck my ******* *******, dodo |
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Said I rise like a phoenix |
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Clean that ******* *******t out of your ears, get a Kleenex |
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[Hook] |
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I'm happy to be back on stage |
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I don't wanna, I don't wanna act my age |
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I'm just repping that I rap all day |
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Cause I don't wanna, I don't wanna act my age |
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Getting girls, I just laugh all day |
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Making money, make this rap game pay |
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Man, I'm happy to be back on stage |
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Cause I don't wanna, I don't wanna act my age |
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[Verse 2] |
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You? You're like Fozzie the Bear and you got bad habits |
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Me? I'm Ozzy O*******ourne in *******' Black Sabbath |
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Little Monster, I'm a track savage |
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Me and my team, we all break bread and crack cabbage |
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Travel 'round the world like gypsies and pirates |
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More like little Alex with a little Ultraviolence |
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Doing shows, I'm a real Rock-n-Rolla |
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Hit the telly drunk and go for walks and talk to Lola |
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Picking up these ******* that are half my age |
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Cause I don't wanna, I don't wanna act my age |
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Friends with all my enemies, walk among identi-thieves |
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Borderline insanity and rapping is my remedy |
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Mentally I'm battling myself, I need a sedative |
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For real, this *******t is like Alien versus Predator |
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I'll eat these rappers like a ******* bag of Cheesies |
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I'm colder than a bag of Freezies |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Don't worry about my age. You should worry about my rage |
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How I jump onto a stage like I just broke out the cage |
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Fifteen years ago, crazy little rapping hobo |
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Up *******t's creek without a paddle in a plastic rowboat |
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I'm venting with constant tension |
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Beyond comprehension, a wanted henchman |
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I'm an old creep giving you the heebie-jeebies |
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Punk rock like it's '86 and I'm at CBGB's |
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Slice your face with an X-Acto blade |
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My friends are saying, "Time for you to act your age" |
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Naw, that's ok. I just want to sit around and rap all day |
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I just sit around and laugh all day, making racks off these tracks like it's crack ******* |
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[Hook] |
