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Apathy, Majik Most, Celph Titled |
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What Demigodz |
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Mother Molesters |
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Let's Go |
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[Verse 1 - Apathy] |
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I kill rappers every day |
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These labels need to setup a fund |
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To teach stupid mother*******s how to get up and run |
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I ruin careers, take you off MTV cribs |
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And put these kids back in the MP3 biz |
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I match from head to toe, got bread to blow |
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I don't trick on chicks but get head from hoes |
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Cause I stay gassin' ******* like Texaco |
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They deep throat then leave notes with X's and O's |
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Next to their name, I'm the one the sweat the most |
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Cause my bread stacks are fatter than Texas Toast |
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All these heads that are rappers dissect our flows |
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But they're so far from hot it's like Eskimos |
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I'm far from a front like trunks in stretch limos |
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Pop some *************t? Nah I don't really sweat my foes |
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Cause while you sittin' on the phone tryin' to get some shows |
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Your girls on her way to my crib with extra clothes |
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[Verse 2 - Majik Most] |
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When Majik screams on the tracks it makes Lil' John sound like a little blonde |
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I detonate a little bomb; have your face hangin' off of palm trees in your lawn |
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I'm the Don Wan with Don Johnson jacket's on |
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With a Buttafuco to pick up your mom |
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You'll get crammed in your dishwasher with your head jammed in |
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Dancin' on your corpse playin' Bob Marley Jammin' |
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Man handle your melon; peel your scalp like a Mandarin |
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You couldn't be **** if you body-snatched me |
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Put on Khaki's and sold yourself to black families |
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I'm in my private shanty with Ashanti's panties |
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No girl can do me like Kobe, please |
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In Aspen I'm gettin ass from (Claude Etogees?) |
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Have her crusin' my room butt naked on ski's |
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Come in my log cabin; get your head stabbed in |
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Fed through a wood chipper, kid what's crackin? |
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[Verse 3 - Celph Titled] |
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(Lookin' for my?) big shot, that must mean my shells are huge |
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And my pencils are puttin' sideburns on your Elvis suit |
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In 1997 me and Majik Most were sellin' bootlegs |
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Pimpin' hoes, holdin' a cane with a golden goose head |
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Now we gettin paid just for makin' the music |
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Do a track for free? |
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{"That I'm not gonna be able to do"} |
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Tappin' broads like I was Savion Glover |
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I got no seeds ************* cause I'm keepin the babies in the rubber |
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This one ************* tellin' me she's gonna be havin my daughter |
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Choked her purple cause the judge gave me a gag order |
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You fags oughtta get ghost, we sendin back the defects |
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Your beats sound like T&T Music Factory rejects |
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Driving down the Ave. I'm seeing bits of your crew |
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I can't tell if it's a gay club or Black Eyed Peas video shoot |
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When I'm droppin' bombs inside your city limits |
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It's best you get a plan with the most rollover minutes |
