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My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny |
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My guns be, goin', eh, for the love of money |
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Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna |
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Hula hoop, hold you, |
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I'll put your noodles behind you |
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Take your takeaway, show up before you perform |
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Hit you in the knee with a bat and tell you to break a leg |
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Hee, hee, |
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I got the |
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Kris Kross laugh, a very angry future |
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A pissed off past, fuck hip-hop, |
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I target it |
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I will diss |
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Joe Budden then diss, every legend that started it |
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I'm cuckoo, |
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I don't need a hook for this one |
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They say I'm kin to sinnin', yeah, |
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I'm Drama's twin |
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That's right, |
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I'm Vicodin writin' with a |
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Klonopin'I love stanky hoes, |
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I got a thang for |
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Keyshia Cole |
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Momma man that show, should be |
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The Frankie |
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ShowI think |
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I need to get some motherfuckin' sleep |
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Every strand of hair on my balls is a blood suckin' leech |
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I be hurlin' while you hear, take your index finger |
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Point it at your head and then twirl it 'round your ear |
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I'm cuckoo, |
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I don't need a hook for this one |
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Nope, Mr. |
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Yowwa, yup, 'bout to go meat fishin' |
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And catch me a crevice, |
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I'm back on the ass cheek mission |
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Fuck these petite women, |
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I want me a sloppy hoe |
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That pussy smell like talapio, call me |
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Sloppy Joe |
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I dig your eyes out, watch me though, this is bullshit |
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All the coke don't fit, |
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I need a Scottie nose |
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A can of beef raviolis, [Incomprehensible] a lid |
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If I don't get it can cop me yo and they ain't get a vid |
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I'm what? |
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Cuckoo, I don't need a hook for this one |
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The bitches just bitch and the thugs is thuggin' |
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The insects is actin' like me and me |
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I'm buggin' |
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I hang jump from the sidewalk, hop over the |
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Everglades |
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Tight-rope walk the equator with broken roller blades |
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See you shruggin' our pizza oven, your shoulder blades |
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And, throw grenades at your nana's bingo parade |
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Anybody see my anthrax? |
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I'm a pour it on my hands, crawl to |
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JapanAnd give my man dap |
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I'm cuckoo, |
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I don't need a hook for this one |
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Just look at the show he did last |
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Nigga came out in a |
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Dickie suit and a pig mask |
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Robbed a fan and left his pockets on |
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Slim FastJust co-operate and say that he wrote shit for gym class |
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You gettin' smart alecky with the best' |
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Til I cut you up and make a art gallery with your flesh |
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Challenge me on the west |
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I'll put a |
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Dodge Challenger car battery in your chest |
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The son of |
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David Koresh |
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I'm cuckoo, nuh, uh, |
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I don't need a hook for this one |
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Likkle acts with sickle raps emergin' |
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Cursin' at church then walkin' out back to wax a virgin |
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Murkin' a track, killin' every feature like |
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I'm a drunk plastic surgeon, certainly dirty past detergent |
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I can get sick as |
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OzzySick as a fagot fuckin' the dead body of |
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LiberaceNigga, watch me if you cross me |
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Here's how your life story would begin, once upon a time, the end |
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Cuckoo, I don't need a hook for this one |
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I'm a go fuck bitches, get money, all y'all do to 'em is spoil 'em |
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No rubber wrappin' up in aluminum foil |
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They tell me |
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I'm buggin', got rappers tappin the oven screamin' |
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JerseyAnd |
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I'm usin' it for stuffin' in my turkey |
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Bumpin' Ram |
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Jam with a prostitute's leg in the air |
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Jerkin' me off, now that's what |
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I call a handstand |
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Body parts in the freezer, what you use for a fever |
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Multiply four million how |
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I'm feelin' for my leisure |
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I'm a cuckoo, |
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I don't need a hook for this one |
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I'm weird, |
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I'm into voodoo, you know how dude do |
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Towel on the bed, fuck while she bloody and call it |
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Su-WuMillionaires sayin' lend me a thou' or the semi is out |
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Dump in the bed from sittin' |
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Indian style |
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Check it, |
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I'm on fire tryin' to make the devil proud of me |
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Sleepin' in gasoline case a nigga got it out for me |
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Hang my baby mother off a 30-foot balcony |
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Then look over the body like ' |
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Bitch, shouldn'ta doubted me' |
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I'm cuckoo, |
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I don't need a hook for this one |
