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Yeah, what's pimpulatin' motherfuckers? Celph Titled, aka O.J. Pimpson. Bwoy |
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Fuck everybody. Let's do this shit. Yo, yeah, check it |
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I told the skrilla guerilla never shave your back |
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Cause the god say grizzly in this game of rap |
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Aim the gat, point it at your left nipple for shizzle |
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Bring the beef here, I handle it to the gristle |
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Launch a missile |
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That's what I'm known for |
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Hand grenades and napalm cords |
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Lay you flat, run your ass over with lawn movers |
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Your soft rap, I ain't feelin' that |
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I treat your wig like a decal and peel your cap |
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Your little demo makin' niggas wish you could be me |
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I'll turn your face blue |
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Lookin' like the bottom of your CD |
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See me? |
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I got chainsaws with remote controls |
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Chase you down the block, chop your head down to provolone |
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Rip off the T.V. antenna, while you watchin' Opera |
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Stab your chest and leave more holes than Caddyshack gophers |
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Straight out of motherfuckin' Tampa like the Devil Rays |
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Took a trip to Hell and snatched the chicken off the Devil's plate |
