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I already done heard enough of that ****** *******t |
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Celph Titled comes through with matches lit |
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Causing gases ashes to form where your casket sit |
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I'm passionate smacking ******es on blind dates |
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An angry rap critic on top of that irate |
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At my estate we got room with medieval tombs |
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Dead people and priceless spoons that scrap brain on plates for Montezum |
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And I assume I'm about ten yards from you camp grounds |
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With kerosene filled to the brim of my canteens spilling on ant mounds |
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I play Cee-Lo with-out the dice and roll ******s head instead |
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'Cause I'm charitable and generous to give out the led |
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You shook ******es know I carry M72 L.A.W.s |
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With 66 millimeter rockets cruising above you |
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What? Your mother said she never love you? Well she told me |
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'cause I'm that ****** to hold heat and make slugs outta your gold teeth |
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A sick muthah ******ah puttin' six muthah ******' slugs |
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In six muthah ******' arteries ain't mutha ******ah hard as me |
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[Sample: x2] |
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Every now and then a suckah MC gets courageous |
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Every-Every now and then a suckah MC get's courageous |
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Every now and then a suckah MC get's courageous |
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Never-Never the Least they all R.I.P. |
