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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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Nah nah nah, fuck that |
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Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped |
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With a rap, that's shittin' on the story of Jack Sprat |
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So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit |
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And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid |
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I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails |
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Word to Jamel, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails |
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I'm not a warrior or Bavarian type of nigga |
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I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister |
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That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond |
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Been thinkin' about playin' that nice guy role [Incomprehensible] |
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'Cause every since I was an infant, I was different |
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Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it |
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I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step |
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'Cause she hit me with a left, then another left |
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That's why my brain is out of order |
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Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter |
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And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit |
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Then carve my name in your pavement |
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I was rated 'X' but I flexed |
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I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level |
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Ain't that ill? That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill |
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From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill |
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Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit |
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What's the flavor Tim? Fuck what you heard, this rated 'R' |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend |
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Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends |
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And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk |
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And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch |
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Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm down with O.P.P. |
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The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch |
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Psych, I'm only kiddin', only do it to ugly women |
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'Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin' |
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I grab my dick with a tight grip, 'cause I might flip |
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Yo Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with |
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I had a fight with Chuck, the punk motherfuck |
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Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut |
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Snapped the neck on Michael Myers then I freaked it |
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'Cause it was August and he was talkin' this 'Trick or Treat' shit |
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Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block |
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143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop |
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Norman Bates work the night shift late |
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Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake |
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Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger, dreamed about |
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Me havin' him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up |
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That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw |
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Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar |
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So let's get down with the funk break, 'cause they tailgate |
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My rap style, so to cut 'em off I truncate |
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And rough 'em up, tough 'em up, like bust 'em up |
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With the one-two punch, like servin' a customer |
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And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him |
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Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from |
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I know, from me, the original P-Funk, see ya next LP chump |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
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I'm rated 'R', this is a warning |
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Boy you can't fuck with me |
