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( VERSE 1 ) |
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You better run and hide when you hear my growl |
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Cause I'm a hip hop creature, and I'm on the prowl |
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While I'm talkin I'm stalkin, and rappers are my prey |
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I creep at night and I sleep all day |
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I despise the sunrise, swoon the moonrise |
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Then like a beast I increase in size |
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But your cries ain't nothin to me, cause I don't pity you |
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And my mission is to cold get rid of you |
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Bitin MC's, I'm fightin MC's |
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Bring em to their knees, plus: "Drive on, please |
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Spare my life!" but you're a sacrifice |
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I write the rhymes from the blood drippin off my mic |
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It ain't Jason, it ain't Poltergeist |
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Even though the rhymes are fly, it ain't Vincent Price |
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It's just the first part of the double feature |
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So you better run, boy, cause I'm the Hip Hop Creature |
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( VERSE 2 ) |
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I make Jeckyll & Hyde seem like Hansel & Gretel |
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Tom & Jerry, or Albert and Costello |
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But yo, this ain't slapstick, it's like a horrorflick |
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And I'm a gool, and I'm here to school |
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Mediocre rappers with a style that's scary |
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And eerie, which makes you leary |
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You not even wanna look in my direction |
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And grab a cross, and think that's your protection |
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But yo, this ain't Dracula, that's too regular |
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I'm much more frightening, especially when lighning |
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Strikes, and it's 12 midnight |
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You're in for the scare of your life |
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Cause it's a frightnight-mare |
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There's no way you can run, cause I'll reach ya |
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And furthermore I fight you and I beat ya |
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And here's the second part of the feature |
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You better run, homebody, cause I'm the Hip Hop Creature |
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( VERSE 3 ) |
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I'm the Hip Hop Creature, here to do my job |
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Scare the suckers, cause my monologue is McCobb |
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That's why MC's see me and try to get chummy |
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I rap so close around em and they end up like a mummy |
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Dummy, you gets nothin from me |
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Except the creeps, so I suggest you keep |
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A safe distance between you and I |
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Stay back, like Brooklyn: do or die |
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Cause I'm 'bout to knock you out like Tyson on a roll |
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Hit you with a beat, I rhyme outta control |
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A non-stop attack landin on your brain |
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You're lookin kinda wobbly, do you know your name? |
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Now the match is over, I put you in your place |
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Forget Al Pacino, I'm the Rap Scarface |
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I got directors flockin to have me in their feature |
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Coming soon to your town: The Hip Hop Creature |