| The Chainsaw massacre-er
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| Cause of the massive murder
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| Jaws flappin' and cursin'
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| I’ll laugh to the curtain call
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| I make 'em cheer n' throw up their hands
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| Why you binging on hate and fear
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| And infringing upon what I’m makin' here?
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| I’ll make it clear I ain’t prepared to put up with your shit
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| Steer clear
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| I’ll spank your rear like your parents shoulda did
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| Staring at me like you couldn’t lift
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| If you kept your mouth shut
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| You’d be like down-up
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| Almost down again 'fore the round’s up
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| I don’t know how the fuck you found us
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| So feast your eye on
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| Seeing me is like peeping Zion
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| Delete your icon
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| I’ll be the beast that eats the python
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| Boa constricts these
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| While you stand in the corner like: «Damn, nobody picked me»
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| A whore is just a slutty prick-tease
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| The whole of ya fist hurts
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| Like 'What's love? |
| ' with Lawrence Fishburne
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| The difference is
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| While Clinton gets to pork his intern
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| You’re forced to insure
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| To get a cure for that scorching dick burn
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| I killa bitch
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| Spill a clip
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| But I warn a chick first
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| On some gorrila shit
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| Drill her with a few rounds
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| Dump her, then fill a ditch
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| I’m I’ll as it gets
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| Sick with the flick of his fingertips
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| I string up 'em from behind with my monofilament weapon
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| Dilligent with the skill that I spit
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| Ay, yo I’m I’ll like a drillbit in the mouth of a demented dentist
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| Bitch
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| Because I know it’s making sense
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| When I could rip my pen against
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| My ettiquette is always nicer
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| Watching just be shredding and beheading them
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| I’m here to make the cypher complete
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| Kind of crazy, like I’m siphoning gas
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| If I’m wack, Bernie Mac is as white as the Scream mask
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| My deams cast passed
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| With sega ever envision
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| My advanced check whould look like private college tuition
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| Pack the knowledge and rip it like a fat chick in small jeans
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| Inspired back when the Wu told me how do define C.R.E.A.M
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| I’m schizophrenic and you’re scared of us
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| I’ve never been to the matrix
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| I just sold a couple pills to Morpheus
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| What you hearing now is incredible
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| But it seems to get a deal
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| Your rhyme style gotta be metrosexual
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| I write songs like I’m clerical plus
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| I’m parallel with a bunch of blades that’ll sever you
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| And we can show you how the best do
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| But you can lose your lungs and tonsils if you try to smoke with Ces Cru
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| I understand when I rhyme you find it hard to compete
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| But imma burn until fire is obsolete
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| Rappers will say their bustin'
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| But Shadow’ll say their slippin'
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| On every track
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| Sounding much gayer than Stewie Griffin
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| All your girls got their eyes on me
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| 'Cause I’m a hot MC
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| And plus I’m cut like a
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| Too many niggas thinkin' they got the game sold
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| And I’m way too old
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| Forget about it, peep my credentials: I’m way too cold
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| The illest lyricist to ever spit with significance
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| No gimmicks, I go back to words I started my sentence with
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| Don’t get it twisted though
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| I nips in the bud — everybody
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| From local dealers to an upcoming thug
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| 'Cause after me, Shadow and Ubi spit dawg
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| We got this shit locked
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| They ripped shop
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| And I’m putting fear in niggas like Rick Ta
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| People think that I’m beside myself
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| But wasn’t nobody in my corner when I cried for help
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| So please let me «e a bit
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| I know I’m the shit
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| And you would never find another nigga doper than this
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| You immediately at ease
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| And try to understand it
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| You couldn’t hit a pitch I spit if it was underhanded
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| In a softball game
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| I’m off of the chain
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| I don’t listen to you niggas 'cause your talk’s all lame
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| Drawn to mics like a moth to a fame
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| All my radio-season vets so I don’t need your salt in my game
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| I’m elaborate
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| Why y’all niggas stuck on some faggot shit
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| And couldn’t see me if you had a dream and imagined it
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| You’re searching for lyrics
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| I’m packing cigars
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| Give a total eclipse of the heart like Pat Benatar
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| Ya Bitch
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| J. Dean
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| What kind of genius are you?
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| Who the fuck are we?
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| The difference between a PS3 and Atari
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| This is not the acceptance speech and I’m not lying
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| I’ll commit to suicide and be certain to die trying
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| I’m the bomb like
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| What the fuck would you do for a Klondike?
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| Make you disappear like a virgin on Prom night
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| Shine bright
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| Sure as Godi’s a liar, I’m not the dopest
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| Couldn’t afford a half a pound
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| So I previously stacked roaches
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| My grandfather’s criminal record is 50 years old
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| Inherited freezers for bodies and keeping beers cold
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| Can’t reach the machete
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| I’m stabbing you with these shears bro
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| Wanna be the next sacrifice for Jason? |
| Well here goes
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| This is not the beginning or end plus
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| Sworn to manufacture verses 'til all of my pens bust
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| Traced the man who cast the curse on his closest of friends but
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| Knowing there can only be one, whoever don’t win sucks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cypha2 , by - CES Cru. Song from the album Cesphiles Vol. 1 Codename:Irongiant, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп