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You bow, back rounds |
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Drop down, like a forty hertz sound |
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It ain't pretty and your ditty sounds odd |
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When this motherfucker drops you |
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Like an act of god |
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Sustain's the game |
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Establish one more brand name |
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I'll be crushing all the rushing mules |
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When this motherfucker shreds you |
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With a touch of the oldschool |
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Houston |
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We're landing on your fuckin' face |
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Serene, obscene |
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Can't get my ass to intervene |
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It ain't working when the company's broke |
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'Cause this motherfucker grabbed you |
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Just to make you choke |
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Inside your eyes |
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I see right through your mind |
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Fearful stopping of the robot thoughts |
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When this motherfucker drops you |
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Like an act of god |