| Yeah
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| Webby
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| Big Merk in the fucking building
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| I am the mic the microphone killa
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| I said I am the mic the microphone killa
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| Yeah
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| We the Canadian Connecticut connection
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| Ridin dirty as Chamillionaire since my conception
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| Pocket full of weed while I was sitting in detention
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| And sold it to my teachers cause they knew I had discretion
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| That’s why they let me slide when I just couldn’t pay attention
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| And gave me a C- when my score was 37
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| Always battled anxiety and depression
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| But when that beat’s on it’s like divine intervention
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| Murder snap crackle and pop Ima have for lunch
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| Choking Count Chocula while I’m stabbing Captain Crunch
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| Leaving Toucan Sam slumped when I blast the pump
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| Switching to the buckshot for that silly rabbit chump
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| Smack the Smacks frog literally
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| With Raid spray for that Honey Nut Cheerio Bee
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| Shoot the stripes off of Tony when I’m gripping the trigger
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| Do you get it now? |
| I’m a fucking cereal killer
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| I’m the main course, y’all the fucking ketchup and mustard
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| War with me? |
| I’ll leave you looking like you’re General Custer
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| I’m sticking up the bank leaving federals flustered
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| I’ve been fed amphetamines since I was 7 been buzzing but
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| Pharmaceutically
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| Since I hit puberty
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| Chemically imbalanced since jump bitch Google me
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| Usually
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| Find me in the booth physically abusing brutally
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| Microphone killa this a eulogy
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| (Pop, pop, pop)
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| We gon' line 'em up
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| Knock 'em down
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| Show up in your side of town
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| Hear the trunk rattle from the subs when we ride around
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| Ride around, show up in your side of town
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| Line 'em up
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| Knock 'em down
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| Motherfucka you all know that
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| I am the mic the microphone killa
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| Yeah, I am the mic the microphone killa
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| Yeah
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| Pull out the strap and put dots on you like dalmatians
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| Causing earthquakes in the studio feel the ground shaking
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| I drop bombs like I’m going to war with Al-Qaeda
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| Fuck Hollywood the whole industry is ran by child rapists
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| I grab the mic and fucking break it in two
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| As an example of what happens if you play with my crew
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| I’m fucking snapping on these rappers bitch I’m straight up the truth
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| Oh you would think I got evicted the way I’m making these moves
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| I’m going exorcist on the entire freshman list, they shook
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| Make they lines disappear, that’s an Etch-a-Sketch
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| Now voted off the island, hold your sign up saying SOS
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| Go tell 'em all that they can suck my dick so nothing’s left unsaid
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| I’m fucking furious, get lost
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| Tell ya chick to get the hint the bitch is curious like George
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| I am goat level, yup
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| I’m superior to y’all
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| Something serious, y’all don’t know who you’re dealing with on God
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| Now I might ignite the kerosene
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| I’m Iron Mike training for the title fight beware of me
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| I don’t like the fact you pussies share the same air I breathe
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| A crazy ass Canadian and a cold blooded Cherokee
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| We gon' line 'em up
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| Knock 'em down
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| Show up in your side of town
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| Hear the trunk rattle from the subs when we ride around
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| Ride around, show up in your side of town
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| Line 'em up
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| Knock 'em down
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| Motherfucka you all know that
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| I am the mic the microphone killa
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| Yeah, I am the mic the microphone killa
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Microphone Killa II , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album 28 Wednesdays Later, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп