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[Del] I wait to see your skull vibrate when |
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I bury the hatchet, |
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I hope you catch it, |
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I'll attach it to his focus, when |
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I broke his head in half |
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Feel the wrath, on my behalf |
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I drop math, and english, leave you squeamish |
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Then I squish your wish you're all fuckin dreamers (alla y'all) |
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No time for tiddlywinks - if your titties is pink then you are white and |
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I'm not the right man (not for me) |
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But you can blow pipe, my style is so tight |
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I be carvin, |
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MC's when |
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I'm starvin (I'm hungry) |
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You little chunks of punks that |
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I dunks in my coffee |
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Get off me, |
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I'm not your softie |
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But you will cough for your breath and phlegm, death to them |
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And silly broads, |
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I fuck 'em and |
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I chuck 'em (why?) |
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In the river, without a liver |
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And I donate to science, cause |
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I'm a giver |
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The mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawn |
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Ask Sean, |
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Cassidy about how |
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I trash MC's |
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On the daily, |
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Alex Haley had to write about it |
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Doubt it but it's true, get a clue (get a clue) |
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I'm tellin you the truth you'll be toothless |
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The boots get smoked like they on fire, |
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I desire Like |
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Salt'N'Pepa, |
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I'll fuck a fat heffer (yeah) like |
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I was Fritz the |
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Cat, and she admits to fat |
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So I'm movin removin wackness from my stratosphere |
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If I thought that that was near [CHORUS: repeat 4X w/ variations] "You still bet that you can harm me, but you don't alarm me.." [Del] |
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Listen to this |
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You're just a test tube baby, you can't fade me, but hey |
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G Your style is lazy, boy you're crazy |
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Losin it, check out my fusion kit (here it is) |
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It's welding rhymes and propelling, swelling (rrrahh) |
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Getting bigger, getting niggaz in headlocks |
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Instead lock your scanners on |
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Bruce Banner |
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I crush fools plus tunes used by the master will blast you into |
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Tuesday, when |
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I bruise a motherfucker, who mother suck a cock and his brother fuck a jock, and his sister, got blisters on her lips that be spreadin, she be-headin (yes she do) |
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Showin cleavage, with my futuristic styles |
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I leave kids in a trance, hypnotizin your eyes spin back in your head like you dead but instead you was buggin |
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Ugly bitches get the dillz after shows (shows) |
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Cause I don't be runnin after hoes that be stank |
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I thank the |
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Lord, for my thought connected to the microphone, so check the cycle tone that |
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I be arousin, housin your blouse and your pumps |
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The mac daddy makes you jump! (yeah) |
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I pump info, into nymphos, who be bonin |
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Clonin, Vanessa |
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Del Rio And yes sir |
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Del see no evil, hear no evil |
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It's normal, |
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I come formal, to keep 'em warm 'til the morn' [CHORUS] [sample in chorus repeats to fade] |
