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Do the Wardance |
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I'm from the tribe of Shabazz |
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Where every dead peep burned earns you another feather in your head |
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Peep the pilgrim killa, protectin' my villa, collectin' my scrilla |
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Wanted this native outlaw squaw thrilla |
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Young brave, ex-slave walkin' the straight narrow |
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Stalkin', with my bow and arrow |
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I shoot, get the loot |
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I pluck 'em up by the root |
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I never stick 'em soft, I'm pick 'em off like fruit |
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This is my territory, Yankees wanna block us in |
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Like a flock of hens |
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Steppin' on my ?malkasin? |
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I send up a smoke signal with the drums beatin' |
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Callin' all braves, time for a meetin' |
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Lets pow wow with the chief tonight around the fire |
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Cus this man is a murderin' thief, and a liar |
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So we chant ourselves into a trance |
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Put away them peace pipes, cus it's time to do the Wardance |
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Do the Wardance |
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I rides out on a course to attack with force |
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Bareback on my horse, showin' no remorse |
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About a prior slaughter that I just committed |
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I guess that firewater must of did it |
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All I remember was a loud noise, then one louder |
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Then ten cowboys layed out smellin' like gunpowder |
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There was a signal for the ambush |
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To light a stick of dynamite and wait right behind a damn bush |
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For them to catch it |
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**** leaving shell cases; grab my hatchet |
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And start scalpin' pale faces |
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Left and right niggas on a mission to kill |
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Screamin', (Oh yu yu yu yu yu!) comin' over the hill |
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To turn your lights out faster than Edison can |
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I send these bastards off to see the medicine man |
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I never sleep, for keeps is the way I play |
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I go heyah heyah heyah hey |
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Do the Wardance |
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We on a warpath, now feel the wrath of this black mud |
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I turn a simple bloodbath into a flash flood |
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When ways rage and roar |
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And slaves wage in war |
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I send the Yankees to they grave hardcore |
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No retreat and no surrender |
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Death to the Greek pretender |
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We killin' every age, class, and gender |
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And in the heat of battle, I'm crawlin' on the grace piracy |
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Them white eyes afraid to die, but me don't fear shit |
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Nothin' affects us slayin' all passengers |
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Worst than +Texas Chainsaw Massacres+ |
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We aint giving these enemies no more chances |
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First we be showing love, now we doing Wardances |
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Do the Wardance |
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Do the Wardance |