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Are we recording right now? |
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Yea we're recording |
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I cant do it right now because my grandma is asleep in the room and I have to like go to like another room and like yell it |
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Go ahead |
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You know Respect for Grandma |
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You know what I mean |
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Scoop Deville |
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Your now rocking with a drunken battle, |
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We pack pumps like sluts when they |
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traveling with shoes in the trunk |
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Im losing it punk |
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Missing a few screws and a nut |
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Im stupid as fuck |
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Im from the old school but I flunked |
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Black on Black |
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Rips with some grain to grip |
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Bitch slapping these trick rappers |
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Till they pay this pimp |
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Quit acting the click clacking |
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Like you famous shit |
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You faggots are broke with names out of gangsta flicks (Biatch) |
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What a joke, you aint never cut up coke on a scale |
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Or snuck dope through the border in a cocanut shell |
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Fuck No! |
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You want tell your little veteran tales |
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So when I put the smoke in your mouth |
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You better inhale |
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Suck it! |
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You ready lets get it |
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The games now finished |
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Its's all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it |
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Machine shop class mixtaped lynch men |
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Clapping at your tracks rabbits back to the benches yea |
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People famous call me the evil genius |
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Got them bumpin Styles |
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In the Buick people speeding |
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Brim with the tilt, cigar on my clutch |
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Your crying over spilled milk |
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Demigodz whats up? |
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Got a flask filled of that ole lucky number 7 brand |
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Get rid of your first string |
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I aint playing second hand |
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Your messing with butane |
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Get scorched in a torch fire |
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Look out for the new slang |
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You rocking with Fort Minor |
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Allrigth hold for a second |
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Yeah you know who the fuck this is |
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SOB mother fuckas |
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Demigodz mother fuckas |
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Mike Shinoda Mother Fuckas |
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And this is Celph Titled Mother Fuckas |
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We put a pipe bomb in your tail pipe and it go off mother fuckas |
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My gun don't fit through the doorway mother fuckas lets Go! |
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This is the last warning shot before we're letting this go |
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We don't have to say lay low |
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Ya'll already know |
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That when the lights goes dim |
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And the beat drops in |
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Even Texas cant hold them |
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Ante up and Im in |
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Im like Black Jack Johnson and MOP |
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Drinking handfuls of Jack Daniels (You'll see) |
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Cause when we hop into the Jeep to try out the CD |
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You'll want a low rider bucking bronco to Scoop's beat now |
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My name's Mike (mike), remember it well |
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More rock than raising hell |
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Rougher then Roc Deville |
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Ryu and Tak will tell you whats really the deal |
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If you want it come get us at the end of this twelve |
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Yea yea yea, you know the fuckin drill |
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Keeping it Godzilla up in the mother fuckin Home Depot |
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This is Celph Titled, the lame mile killer |
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This SOB, this is Demigodz, this is M Shinoda the cobra holder |
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And this is your brain on crack mother fucka! |
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Perfect... the guy is a genius |
