| Otis:
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| Bullets fly just let me die
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| If I can’t shoot and make your head go poof
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| On the loose, no juice, get used to the sound
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| Of the buckshot pound, bodies bleedin' on the ground
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| In attack mode, everyone around gets hit
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| When this heatseek shit locks on and spits
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| Got clips in every capitol in the whole nation
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| Blown the fuck up at the foundation
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| I’m hatin' you fucks, make no mistake
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| My missiles create aftershocks like earthquakes
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| In amazement fill the pavement with red
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| If you cover your chest, I just aim for your head
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| I let nobody live or leave, I bring fever
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| Judges, cops, I’m even gunnin' at the teachers
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| Nobody lives, please, I’m too eager to be O-T-I-S
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| Oh yes, the HEATSEEKER!
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| Bullets fly at everybody (Otis)
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| And ain’t nobody got a bulletproof face (Shaggy 2 Dope)
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| Missiles fly at everybody (Otis)
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| I’ma blow up the whole planet and watch 'em all vanish in dust (Violent J)
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| Bonez Dubb:
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| I just blasted away at your hideout
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| Who destroyed your home? |
| It’s time to find out
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| Take cover and maybe you can ride out
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| And I’ma drop the whole bomb to turn the lights out
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| If you want it all, then watch the top fall
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| When the wall comes crumblin' down the long hall
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| Armageddon time’s comin' better be runnin' from us
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| No trust in your fellow relatives and such
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| And much love and hate is takin' over your mind
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| Bonez Dubb and fate workin' over this time
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| Shots to the dome with the nickel-plated chrome
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| Leave a soul homeless and all alone
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| Nightscope, I’m doped up take out the long range
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| Shotguns to the face like Kurt Cobaine
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| Strange things about my ways, I turn the page
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| Of the book of the dead so I can splatter your brains
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| The Heatseeker!
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| Bullets fly at everybody (Otis)
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| And ain’t nobody got a bulletproof face (Shaggy 2 Dope)
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| Missiles fly at everybody (Otis)
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| I’ma blow up the whole planet and watch 'em all vanish in dust (Violent J) |