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Intro-Vinnie Paz/Jus Allah |
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Motherfuckers is back, |
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Jedi-Mind, |
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Vinnie Paz, |
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Jus Allah, |
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Jedi Mind Tricks, |
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It aint a game baby, |
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Motherfuckers is back, |
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Jedi Mind Motherfuckers, |
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Vinnie Paz, yo God Jus Allah, |
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What the deal, it aint a game baby, |
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Verse 1-Vinnie Paz |
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I am not human flesh, |
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The waist line where the Ruger rest, |
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I'll take Jesus Christ and rob him of his Jewishness, |
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There's nothing anything or anyone can do to test, |
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I live inside a jungle all I need is fruit that's fresh, |
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Can't nobody find me I define elusiveness, |
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I'm in the darkness in the dungeon where Medusa's kept, |
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I'll aim the shotty at your body, |
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Shoot it through your chest, |
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Then I'll take a second to remind you of your gruesome death, |
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It aint a question I don't have to prove I'm best, |
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I been rhymin' since the fuckin' prime of Ricky Ruben's best, |
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I wouldn't come against the Army, that's a losin' bet, |
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Throw your motherfuckin body off the roof and jet, |
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I throw a left hook there aint a fuckin' tooth that's left, |
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Your body bloodier and holier than Buddha's breath, |
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I aint fuckin' around with y'all I'm like a dude possessed, |
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We rockin' crowds from Philadelphia to Bucharest, |
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It's World War and for me the German Luger's best, |
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I like the way it kick back and what it do to flesh, |
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And yo, Jus Allah, |
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Let em know why you the best, |
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This is closure, verse is over, |
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Cuz you is next. |
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Verse 2-Jus Allah |
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Before you come to bed, |
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Shut the light, turn the shrunken head, |
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Soon enough you'll adjust, |
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Learn to love the dead, |
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The color red, bloodshed, |
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Stuff you dread(?) cut the thread, |
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Watch your head will(?) be tough to tread, |
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I am unkept, unread, under-fed, |
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Unsung, unaccredited, unsaid, unedited, |
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Defective, unaccepted, |
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Don't expect to see the motherfuckin' unexpected, |
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May as well pave yourself the way to Hell, |
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The spell, pace yourself, re-arrange yourself, |
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May you live to say the story made to tell, |
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Make your faith and prayer great enough to break the spell, |
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I'm obsessed with watching deaths, |
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Rotting flesh, |
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I'm refreshed by the process, convaless, |
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Kill the cross-wearers, |
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Kill their pall-bearers, |
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Being soft on terror makes coffin sharers, |
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Snuffed a dead man's odor, I ran over, |
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Like a cat, at the sound of a can opener, |
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Put you in the land push a pile of sand over, |
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Give your family no closure, |
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Show's over! |
