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Aint nothin but this uncut croughness I bring |
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Don't care bout no fide I do my own thing |
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Giving chase in this rat race, fears be face |
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and me be on the case, proud plus brave |
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Ready to be taking them drastic measures |
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Give me my treasure then splurt |
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Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt |
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I told you both through, fight through the bleat |
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Clench my teeth dweet, enzymes for me |
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By any which method positivities be we shepherd |
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We pounce like left limb leopard |
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If you ever see me in the street pulling brand new good moves |
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You're wrong to confuse me with regular riff-raff, I got me cause and calling |
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Never have I held any love for stalling |
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Rush and make haste |
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You down for rebellion left-handed crough we embrace the millenium |
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Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen |
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Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when |
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We drop style 'pon the heathens dem |
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Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem |
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Aint no record that can hold me, I'm oversized |
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Ears ever be open to the words of the wise |
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But there's untold cats on my corner perpetrating |
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Read a few books and now their talking |
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They're looking to convert yours truly, but I'm unruly |
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Plus, for the crew like cooly folk |
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Mixing up the Guinness with the raw egg yolk |
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Cos it's all about strength while we walk through the valley of the snide, heathens |
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Get thee from my sight, you cats is ever eager |
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To preach up in my face when you just about scrape to know all that is |
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How the hell you try to tell me coca-cola got fizz? |
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I read your pamphlet four times, It don't make sense |
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You front like you're a scholar, 'Smit' smells pretence |
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Yous best get off your horse, drink your milk, get the frig out |
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It goes |
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What the frig makes you friggers want to frig with this? |
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Now you fools got me living with this mental fist |
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That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these frauds in their clusters |
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Three by three, five by five |
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How would you describe this left handed loony |
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Toony votoony, dancegate pressure |
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Heading through the back door straight to the bar |
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Then I'm gonna get me some firewater |
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Then I'm gonna scope out a young fine daughter |
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Ah yes, its my wayward nature |
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Hip to a caper, soon to have a house with X amount of acre |
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It goes |
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