| My .44 be giving lyposuctions
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| I blow a hole through your stomach open it up you’ll be spillin your own guts
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| I’m a mad man, a walking trash can
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| You get beat with my bear hands, fuck a last chance
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| A macmilly will smack you silly
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| The epitemy of what really can be the definition of misery
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| I’m never missing im hittin it I murder mittiney, ??? |
| thumpin and puncturing kidney
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| They put a nigga on «Ripley's», bitches I ain’t working
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| I’m on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (nigga)
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| What a nigga need is a millimeter to eat
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| Have’em kissing a millipeed or in the street
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| In a fight, I’m first to throw a brick
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| First to load the clip, first to talk shit
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| But the last one to split, when the shit get thick
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| Stupid bitch get hit with the 4.5th
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| I’m a Ex-??? |
| who fought in Vietnam
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| Every night I’m thinking about a bomb (oh shit)
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| My dick so many places, all I do is laugh
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| Big hoes, fat hoes even baby giraffes
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| I’m On «Fear Factor"eatin worms and broccoli
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| Tomato, Mustard, mixed with Guatamali
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| Strated a group with Flava Flav «The funny Pack»
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| I dj and scratch while he smoke crack
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| Now who want it with (us)
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| Please don’t forget (that)
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| If you don’t it up we taking it Cuz we don’t want y’all to get it twisted at all
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| D12 don’t give a fuck about Nothing At All
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| Now who fucking with (us)
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| Please don’t forget (that)
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| If you don’t give it up we takin it back
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| And We don’t y’all to get twisted at all
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| D12 don’t give a fuck about nothing at aaaaaaaaaaaall
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| I’m sure ya moma told you, nigga that drugs kill (yeah)
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| If karma doesn’t catch up with you then slugs will
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| Now everybody saying they real and they hug steal (fo'real)
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| 'Till they find’em layin dead in this tub with blood spill
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| all over the floor, carpet to wall, i’m talking to y’all
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| you can call your peoples my nigga i’m sparking’em all
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| Barking at dogs that’s bitin for real, starvin and fightin for meal
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| bizarre got viking and pills
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| Swift And Denaun ain’t likely to chill they hot headed
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| You a bitch yeah I said it I bet if god let it happen then it’s over
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| Kuniva’s out of his will (yeah)
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| I just shot up his crib and Knock the snot outta his kids
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| Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways to next life
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| You in the way and you subject to be one with this knife
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| I ??? |
| For Bitches life Straight ??? |
| Surgery
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| y’all run to emergency with an achin urgency
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| Yeah I’m nice, common courtesy Escourt you to the imfermary
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| 7 mile, Ruyon ave. |
| 'Till they straoght up bury me You expect us to believe that you scrap and the it cost
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| When you ??? |
| a 44 dog you lost
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| And ain’t talking 'bout a doggy loss
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| I’m Talking about a Fuckin puppy when i’m sayin 'bout a doggy loss
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| I scatter cries when I’m haulin off
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| mozzeltov a nigga’ll cross his head with a bottle of Scotch
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| Don’t get it twisted nigga we here nigga
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| Who ever said Scrapping isn’t a sport
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| Got me and bizzy in court, shadowboxing an invisible assault
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| Proof gon give it to ya raw like O.D.B.
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| Homey please who better than D-twease and Obie .T (Shady)
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| Phony G’s walkin and talkin, Never cocking a cock gun
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| Macauly Caulkin, actors we droppin ya coffins
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| When my mac speak, you have an R.I.P. |
| list Tatted
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| So ??? |
| from ya neck to ya ass cheek
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| And actually when murderers ??? |
| my glock ???
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| Your life is like fat people legs it’s not needed
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| Se how high P is, Steamin in the snow like how P is D12 we got this biatch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nuthin' At All , by - Bizarre. Song from the album Hannicap Circus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп