| You wanna shoot a video? |
| bring the pistol to Blockbuster
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| Wanna step to weathermen cause you all cockscukers!
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| Want a soldier story? |
| what’s gold and gory?
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| Pullin' jewelry off some dead bitch in the crematory
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| Put twelve little faggots in the fuckin' dirt then crawl
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| Out your little girls jaw and then ask her… who’s bizarre?
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| I’m so underground I should seek production in China cut a dime in half I got 2
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| legs and one vagina
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| Find a therapist that I can eat out soon cause I’m so homesick I miss mom’s
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| fallopian tubes
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| My vision is still frame animation put a gun to a square — make him slice a
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| mason
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| Pissin' adjacent got a dog for a agent studied virtue in the basement while my
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| doctor tried to keep his patience
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| Paint a portrait four minutes no rush while fools flock in a circle to dissect
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| the brush
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| Half step — can’t walk
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| Drunk slut — pants off
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| Fake jack — can’t talk
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| This mic — hands off
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| New jacks — get taught
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| Weak shit — get caught
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| Your crew — shits off
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| Whack bitch — dicks off
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| Dr. strange will sop your range with a stinking bucket of piss and cock block
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| your brain if you think you’re fucking with this
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| By christ I’ve been summoned to spit — son of a bitch up in your crib fucking
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| your bitch with one of my fists
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| Pants saggin low hands smackin ho’s — get down with the clan just to slit the
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| grand dragon’s throat
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| The way I see it everything on this damn earth is free — murder beats and turn
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| MC’s to hamburger meat
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| First comin' of thief of the mic creep like a thief in the night sneak in your
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| crib leave with your wife
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| Repent for your recordings when the engineer said your vocals were too hot — he
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| meant they were distorted
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| Explain how your venom harms your brain and your hard to slave when your dj’s
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| dressin' up in women’s lingerie
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| For eons I infect y’all with agent orange if you don’t know the words to these
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| verses don’t even say the chorus…
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| Half step — can’t walk
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| Drunk slut — pants off
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| Fake jack — can’t talk
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| This mic — hands off
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| New jacks — get taught
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| Weak shit — get caught
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| Your crew — shits off
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| Whack bitch — dicks off
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| I stay unbreakable like David Dunn the Philly native son you Mr.
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| Glass on mic’s the jaded one
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| Check out this ill cruise onslaught your career is a Hot 97 afterthought
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| It’s not my fault the asphalt and the pasts fault now who’s that kid from space
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| mountain
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| Lookin like an accountant highly touted off and on again
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| Really hip-hop needs to take five like donovan
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| I end my coke nights with bong hits and Klonopin
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| Send me the fuck back to Harlem and please
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| Boy release e steez from the hospital for joint disease
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| See them weasels on Davinci’s easel with the mona lisa oil paintings
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| Shavings and scrapings collide with championship trophy engravings
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| Clouds rock from foul crowds to out of bounds
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| Y’all couldn’t see my ass if I was in hospital gowns
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| Half step — can’t walk
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| Drunk slut — pants off
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| Fake jack — can’t talk
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| This mic — hands off
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| New jacks — get taught
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| Weak shit — get caught
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| Your crew — shits off
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| Wack bitch — dicks off |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unlike Tower 1 , by - Cage. Song from the album Movies For The Blind, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп