| I overheard you sayin' I said something you couldn’t feel
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| Now I’m stabbin' up this track much sicker than Butcher Bill
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| You probably like a whack ass wagon with wooden wheels
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| You’d probably like to jack that pattern you shouldn’t steal
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| Life’s wicked, I kick it with people that like to pick it
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| Are you lining up or livin' off fans riding your nuts
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| No matter how much you light it up
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| You can’t get it as high as this
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| The mind i’ll bust elite like the mind of a Zionist, quit tryin' to pry us apart
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| I’ll quit rhymin' with Godemis the day the beef stops over the Gaza strip
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| Ubiquitous, a mouthful, I stick to my guns
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| Your head sick when it spun from the flick of my tongue
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| Addicted to drugs bitch, smoke a spliff in the sun
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| The wall in the west bank’s a lot thicker than blood
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| I violate your residence, the lock pickin’est thug
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| Then use the gat to rob that was shot with us in club
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| To beat the killer’s ass within an inch of his life
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| Realize my ignorance did not finish him off
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| Drop the gat that put his ass got flippin' with us
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| About facin' to a gat, cocked, splittin' my mug
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| He’s not stickin' me up
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| One shot hit then I’m done
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| Playin' with Glocks helluva lot different than fun
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| Dedicated to Rawgizzle with love
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| You draw pistols and guns
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| While suckin' on Popsicles and thugs you little… |