| World war leader, ether raps, speakers shake
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| Ap speakin' mean as Idi Amin with a cheetah cape
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| Cheapest date, take a skeezer on a reefer break
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| Used to fiend for sneakers now it’s realer 'cause it’s real estate
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| Sealed the fate of a snake with a steel shank
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| Ain’t in shape but I feel great, trainin' in a field of apes
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| Feel the bass, feel your face melted like a tape in a case
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| In a car in the summer motherfucker, you get erased
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| I’m magnetic, mathematically average street credit
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| Faster than your brain could process as soon as I said it
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| I triple it, quadruple it, it’s futile to fuck with a pupil
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| Of Bruce Lee, I’m brutal fuck rap I’m Taps on a bugle
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| Ap’s out of his fuckin' noodle, you new to this rappin' etiquette?
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| Scrap with me and get tractor beamed and trapped in Connecticut
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| I’m an advocate for traffickin' tracks like narcotics
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| And tunnel under borders like the Mexicans got it
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| I cause chaos, chaos, chaos
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| Let me shout this out loud and clear
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| A lot of rappers gettin' found dead 'round here
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| I cause chaos, chaos, chaos
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| Let me shout this out loud and clear (I cause)
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| A lot of rappers gettin' found dead 'round here
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| I cause chaos…
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| I’m seein'…
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| Body, after body, after body
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| After body, after body, after body
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| After body, after…
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| I’m seein'…
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| Body, after body, after body
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| After body, after body, after body (I cause)
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| After body, body, body…
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| Yo, I’ma fuck forty whores while my shorty records
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| Nut in her eyes and blind her like Geordi La Forge
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| Formerly yours, you can call me «Lord of the Lords»
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| Hipster chicks are linin' up like for Morrissey tours
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| With every spliff that’s lit, with every forty that pours
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| Mystic portals and doors open with sorcery orbs
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| I’m the source of '94, I’m the four-door Ford
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| They shot Kennedy in, put his brains on the floor board
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| I’m like the sword that was forged in the Mordor wars
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| I pack four-fours for force that’ll leave you leakin' quarts
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| The type to toss a torch in ya kid’s tree forts
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| I’m your greatest resource like Aquaman’s seahorse
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| With no recourse, I’m runnin' up and gunnin' up courts
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| Turn Muslim in jail, my bitch will rock three force
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| My life story’s analyzed inside The Warren Reports
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| I’m Doughboy pullin' Little Chris up on the porch, let’s go to war
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| I cause chaos, chaos, chaos
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| Let me shout this out loud and clear
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| A lot of rappers gettin' found dead 'round here
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| I cause chaos, chaos, chaos
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| Let me shout this out loud and clear (I cause)
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| A lot of rappers gettin' found dead 'round here
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| I cause chaos, chaos, chaos…
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| I’m seein'…
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| Body, after body, after body
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| After body, after body, after body
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| After body, after…
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| I’m seein'… (chaos, chaos, chaos)
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| Body, after body, after body
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| After body, after body, after body (I cause)
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| After body, body, body…
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| Chaos, chaos, chaos…
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| «You have power and money, but you are mortal. |
| You know you cannot escape death.
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| But immortality can be obtained. |
| I know where the immortals live and how to
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| obtain their secret.» |