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[Verse 1 - Skits Vicious] |
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I turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu |
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While me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off |
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And wear em like i was Buffalo Bill |
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I take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz |
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What the deal? box cutter and rubber gloves |
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Gun fring it's nothing you rot in a rubber tub |
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Some ruff uppercuts 2 da jaw sure 2 shut em up |
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And make em wonder what then fuck keeps me doin this |
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Or why I keep breaking crewz rigs with sewer lids |
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I toss em like frisbeez vicious ain't new to this |
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...see what I'm chweing iz a magic shroom |
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Rappers lock themselves inside a panic room |
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Good afternoon, we turn ya whole house to ground zero |
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I'm the slayer of the mayor, ghosttown's hometown hero |
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Dope dod got em running with fear |
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Now move back muthafuk's: The Onyx is here!!! |
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[Verse 2 - Fredro Starr] |
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I got Monsters in my head, unconscious almost dead |
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I hear voices putting all this nonsense in my head |
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It makes no sense, waking up with both hands covered in blood |
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Got your favourite rapper chain covered in mud |
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As it hangs from the front of my truck, like an ornament |
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I collect trophies for rappers I tormented |
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I got em walking like zombies in this bitch |
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One show blow him out his abercrombie & fitch you give these niggas an inch, they wanna take a mile |
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I put the 5th to ya face take that with a smile |
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I'm foul... yeah so fuck repercussions |
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Black hoodie on liking like the grim reaper cousin |
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[Chorus] |
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You need a panic room for this shit |
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Why is that? |
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Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit |
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You can't mess with sickest |
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Who are they? |
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Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid |
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[Verse 3 - Dopey Rotten] |
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I crack skulls cause my life is dull |
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I sold my soul ain't got a life at all |
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Yeah I'm making the calls watch your empire fall |
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I won't move aside my mindstate's like fuck it all |
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No need to panic yall |
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The world is my basketball |
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I'm not gonna pass at all give me what I'm asking for |
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Underground ambassador our army's coming after ya |
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You're living in the past and ya not a time traveller |
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Damage ya cut you in half like a paprika |
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Used to be in front but you didn't have the stamina |
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To keep it up now you starving like it's Africa |
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Now witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya |
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Ya wife I be banging as you watch you couldn't handle her |
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Now take ya last breath and watch me strangle her |
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Evil right her yeah its more than pure |
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Keep killing till my heart stops that's the cure |
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[Verse 4 - Jay Reaper] |
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Crack a heineken |
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Its time to strike the mic again |
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Seasons switch |
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Cycles end |
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We blowin' up like hydrogen |
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Now ima tell you that ya hype will end i'll grab the mighty pen |
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This god is vigirous i'll smite ya men |
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Ya niggas need to step it up and all |
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Im fuckin bustin balls |
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With flows bolder than a buffalo |
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See no cuffs can hold this nigga cause i rock and roll |
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And when i reach my toll i explode like Mark Ruffalo |
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Thats why im actin kinda cynical ya'll niggas like to make shit |
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I make gold and chrome minerals |
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Pitiful |
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Nevertheless im a killer cold |
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Bad to the bone thats why im livin' by the sinners code |
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Yeah you stepped into the dark abyss |
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We're narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses |
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The problem is ya'll niggas ain't fuckin' with heated beats |
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The real chiefs or these evil streets |
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[Chorus 2x] |
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[Verse 5 - Sticky Fingaz] |
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I take you to a place that I don't like to go |
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I got that rifle flow cause killing niggas is like riding a bicycle |
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And how to break a neck is something that you can't forget |
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It's Sticky Fingaz... but you can call me face of death |
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Nigga i won't battle rap you i just eat ya adam's apple |
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Take you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles |
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I come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls |
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... I sniff em out until I find em all... |
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My voice sounds like my stomach growling |
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Grimey nigga what I won't do for a 100,000 |
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This nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him |
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Always got the huns around him |
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Hip hop is fucked without!!!... |
