| Plus dirty hypodermic needles filled up with AIDS
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| A whole bottle full of pills and a box of razorblades
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| Floods and glades and biblical rapture
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| Y’all are pitiful, I’m poison to a typical rapper
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| Take it literal, I litter the ground with bones like a pagan ritual
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| A bloodbath, let me paint the visual
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| Body after body I’m legendary for tossing in more mass graves than cemeteries
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| in Boston
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| I spit for an hour, I rip and devour and melt rappers like I threw the Wicked
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| Witch in the shower
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| Pump your fist to the power, rip down your radio tower
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| I’m a dickhead that got your bitch addicted to powder
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| Stage dive into the crowd just to get the fans louder
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| We more famous in New England than clam chowder
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| They say I’m evil well tell em there’s more to come
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| I’m Megatron, Shredder, and Skeletor in one
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| I mumble like Mumm-Ra the spells of the undead
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| To summon the crack fiends, the hookers, and dustheads
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| It’s like the end of the world and Ap’s Moses
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| A priest who poses with a dozen black roses
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| Gimme the loot motherfucker bring Biggie back
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| You ain’t an innovator, you’re a faggot that piggybacks
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| You feel the force of your fragile nose shattering
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| I’m safer than the Pope in the Vatican dope trafficking
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| With a D.A.R.E. |
| shirt telling kids yes shoot heroin, it’ll put some hair on
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| your chest
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| I’m a monster, closet is stocked with rocket launchers
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| Shotties and the bodies of my AA sponsors
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| That’s why you hear the rifle shots at our concerts
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| We bosses like Michael Scott in the Office
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| I keep bitches in check cause my pimp hand is bigger than a hamburger helper man
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| Man it’s critical to give credit, nothing less than incredible
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| Impress predecessors then they place you on a pedestal
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| Spit ridiculous shit or shit’ll get ridiculed
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| You MCs should dive in empty swimming pools
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| Cause half of the time they spend half of their rhymes saying they back on the
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| grind, that’s so predictable
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| Fuck a movement, spit for the DJs
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| Stop saying shit is a movie, it’s so cliche
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| You got one hot song with no replay
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| Value on an album is so wack these days
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| And you wonder why the fans never cop nothing
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| Frustrated every time you drop something
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| Maybe you should stop imitating Lil' Wayne, Kanye, and Drake, you straight
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| cocksucking
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| That’s why our true fans still fuck with us
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| In love with us, we like an inhaler for asthma sufferers
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| And that’s why these little hoes keep fucking us
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| My dick dangle long as the nose on Snuffleupagus
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| Have I led you astray yet? |
| Ap is the safest bet, I stay on point like a bayonet
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| I build monsters in my laboratory, they massive and gory
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| Then sit back and bask in the glory, fucker |