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Great balls of fire |
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Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire |
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That could make you trust a motherfuckin liar |
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A real shuck n' jiver |
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Vaughn never been a duck n' diver |
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He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva |
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Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn |
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Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn |
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What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock |
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and thanks before I blank into anyphylactic shock |
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Rock the disco |
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Chocolate on a crisco ho ? |
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Cock diesel |
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And still tell a joke like Joe Piscipo |
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Tell em the basics |
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Basically, break the Matrix |
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And just for kicks, make em gel like Asics |
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That's why they actin standoffish |
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? by hand like canned raw crawfish |
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Can you please pass the cocktail sauce? |
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You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss |
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Tell my horse |
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He said broads call me Vaughny |
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I make sure I throws em back if they's too scrawny |
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Or boney, phoney MCs use a stand-in |
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Leave him hangin like if I ain't know where his hands been |
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Hussy, how bout we bloody up your ? |
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Bust a knee |
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Then go feeling studdy, or plus degree ? |
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True victory, a new sick story |
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I never met a chick that was too thick for me |
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Holy moses, my old earth know me closest |
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On how I played it back and stayed bent like scoliosis |
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It's no puzzle |
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You can ask Doc Zizmor |
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The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like big jaw |
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Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces |
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Live since back in 25 cents Icees |
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Used to turn your tongue the color red |
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Now they want to fill ya full of lead |
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What the fuck that young fella said? |
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What kid? |
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It's Vaughn the red blooded |
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Do yourself a favor or come on, get head butted |
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Dope him if he run |
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I'll be there in a jiffy son |
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With the flame suppressor like off the 151 |
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Quit your bitchin, or get *BLAUW* in your babble-box |
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Punished with the dry sticks ? and now eat the scrabble box ? |
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You'll be aight once it pass through your yellow belly |
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Only thing he said was can you please pass the jelly |
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Homo say what? Like a promo play the cut |
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On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right |
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A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob |
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They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob |
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Either that or get smoked like hickory |
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Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly |
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Know the stee ?, write a rhyme like a mystery |
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And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your nigga, V" |
