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His opponent from St. Peter*************urg, Florida""Two hundred thirty-one pounds, Barry Horowitz! "[Action Bronson:] |
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Yeah, the chocolate |
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T.ABronsalinio [?]. yeah |
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To the back with the hat, lean back in the 'llac |
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Crack the window, hear the soldier styles and that in back |
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Ain't no "Cat in the Hat, " just a cat that can rap |
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This is Bronson - representing |
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Flu*************ng, |
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Queens on the map |
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Yeah - heavyweight primate with a |
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Harvard mind |
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Blunts filled with the citrus mixed with orange lime |
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************* drip when the thought of |
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Action come to mind |
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Born to ride, winter spring summer *************ne |
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Bonafide, eyes wide, run and hide |
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You don't want the revolution to be televised |
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Terrorfied from the |
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Arab mountain death camps |
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With the iron burning hot, give you chest stamps |
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Phone calls with the cloth over the mouthpiece |
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With or without leaf, burn about an ounce chief |
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To the neck like a razor for the stubble |
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Raised inside the struggle, blazin in the huddle yeah |
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Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it |
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Left the slippers in the sand mother******s couldn't stand in it("Someone took the words to my song") [ding ding ding] |
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It's Barry |
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Horowitz rap, |
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I pat myself on the back |
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Don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk, |
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Shaq I attack |
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Close the window to your soul, **** inside my lungs burn |
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These old suckers gettin placed into a young urn |
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Specialized like the little bus |
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Use my chubby little finger first to stimulate the ****oris |
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King Kong ain't got *************t on us |
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I'm out here gettin it for real while you mother******s filibust' |
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**** in my finger flicker, |
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I'm on a solo mission |
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Started at pole position, eyes on the long division |
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As it burn my thumb, |
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I roll another one |
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Quite persistant, that's why they call me my mother's son |
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Shoot the cold gift, leave your ho stiff |
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Make your ho sniff |
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Hootie and the |
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BlowfishObey the coke king |
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Cause every mother****** in rockin loaded, |
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I'm on that old *************t!("Someone took the words to my song") [x2][Jim Ross:] "Barry Horowitz, always likes to pat himself on the back |
