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"Do you know who I am?" |
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"I've seen you before. You're the asshole on T.V." |
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[Verse One] |
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I'm from the Sunshine State so my gun must shine |
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I'm trying to impregnate Beyonce's sister just one mo' time |
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So, take a toke of this, you won't be breathing well |
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I'm all about biscuits and trees, like a Keebler Elf |
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I snuff bikers, give a fuck, ride a unicycle with plush tires right through the offices of Ruff Ryders |
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Here's a thug reminder |
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A qoon quick tip |
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You belong in the ladies room because you be on some bitch shit |
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I'll never stop writtin' rhymes like this |
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(Cause) Show you what a point blank shot to the ribs (does) |
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You seen those holes those shells made? |
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You a hotel maid |
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Cause all you do is fold and that's so gay |
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I tried to kick a field goal |
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I missed the ball my shoe flew off and hit you in the fuckin' head with a steel toe (sorry) |
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For real though, I got this underground bullshit |
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Wrapped around my finger |
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There's not a rapper or a singer that's quite as ill as I am |
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Pop out your eyes and scramble them bitches next to my bacon in my frying pan |
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I was a stick-up kid |
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It was fucked up but fun |
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(Why?) |
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Cause I used a Nintendo Duck Hunt gun |
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Fuck 'em |
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[Scratch Chorus] [x4] |
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"Step to me, better step correctly |
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Cause I'ma break your jaw if you disrespect me" |
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"Get on the mic |
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Get on the mic god damn it" [x4] |
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[Verse Two] |
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Pull up right next to you at the drive through |
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I ain't here to buy food stupid, no tellin' what I might do |
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Lick a shot, speed off, with the perfect timin' |
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Yeah the tires Screech, no it ain't Dustin Diamond |
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You fuckers suck at rhymin' |
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Weak impostors I've been iller |
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You're Ben Stiller, it's time to Meet The Fockers |
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You don't greet me proper |
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I'ma slam your head, motherfucker face down, flat into a greasy saucer |
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Pass the cheese and salsa, I'm makin' nachos |
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I told you I'ma make it rain so bitch bring a poncho |
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I'm the best at war, that's what the hecklar for |
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Play me like it's chess and I'm smack you with a checker board |
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You should check my rapport, it's quite impressive baby |
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This year I'm eatin' real meal like filled with extra gravy |
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You was an extra for a lady in a cheap film |
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In a nasty scene and left the camera lens with skeet film |
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Without a doubt, yeah you know what we're about |
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You love sausage so much, when you talk you spit sauerkraut |
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Yeah, ha ha |
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When you talk you spit sauerkraut out your mouth, beeotch |
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[Scratch Chorus] [x4] |
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"Step to me, better step correctly |
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Cause I'ma break your jaw if you disrespect me" |
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"Get on the mic |
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Get on the mic god damn it" [x4] - Big Daddy Kane |
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[Bridge] |
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If you're gonna step, step correctly |
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I got the microphone skills, God's blessed me |
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So if you're gonna step, step correctly |
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Mista Sinista tell 'em who I'm gon' get to have the best beats |
