| No need to adjust your system
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| This song call it Jack Herer, cause a hit strong
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| Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
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| Doubt me? |
| Get in line, cause the list long
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| Scandalous tight Nixon
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| 'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on
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| Dick long, gripped in the pits with my wits on
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| Low quick, short wick on a lit bomb
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| Better strong any record Inspectah on
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| I transform to a beast, call me Predacon
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| Upper echelon, that can rap 'til he dead and gone
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| Was an ex-con, now I get my checks on
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| Now a nigga’s alright, like I’m never wrong
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| Headstrong, stepping through a present-day Lebanon
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| Like Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone, set it off
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| Then I jet, set where the weather’s warm
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| Florida, or something
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| (scratching)
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| Listen, I’m a visionary, killing this, I’m stealing this
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| Hang with a gang that’s villainous
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| Building this from the ground up, turn the sound up
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| Lounge around, let the beat pound, like a Dillinger
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| The handgun, can’t come close, I’m a phantom
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| Your brand ain’t a movement and your jam ain’t an anthem
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| Tantrum, crying bitch, if battling’s your dying wish
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| I’m a genie, that’ll grant that shit, I insist
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| Fly shit, shrunken little sweater—yeah, we tight-knit
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| Tight kicks, flow holy water, like Christ spit
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| Ice pick, swing that motherfucker like a night stick
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| Prisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit
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| Listeners, take a deep breath I mean I’m recessed
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| ES, mint issue one, you the re-press
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| Refresh your funny style, you should redress
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| Speak less, what’s a Braveheart with a weak chest?
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| A knock-out blow, he’s down for the count
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| Listen to this
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| I spit bomb, kill 'em softly with this song
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| Clique strong, this ain’t nothing like a chick song
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| Big John, in the shower with a big blonde
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| Switch on the power, little sour in the big bong
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| I’m big, homes, y’all ain’t living 'til you live long
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| Big-boned honey, trying to keep me in the friend zone
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| I touch down, try and put it in her end-zone
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| Pimp on, then I dip on her like I’m Jim Jones
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| Yes y’all heard the rest, who the best, y’all?
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| You slept off, I’m a threat, what you rep, dog?
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| Respect, dog, here’s a bone: go and fetch, dog
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| Mr. Meth y’all, my favourite letter is «F», y’all (Ha!)
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| As I continue where we left off
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| Next off the list, another hater is checked off
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| Get lost you trick, check boss, or bet’s off
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| More music and less talk, I’m talking about
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| I walk down the street people look at me and say, «Who the hell are you?
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| «, I’m just an average Joe
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| Dr Yorgo, the EQ on this will make Czarface’s brain bleed. |
| He’ll become so
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| enraged, he’ll self destruct.(cackles)
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| Don’t be so foolish, you oaf! |
| I knew Suckface would be stupid enough to surface
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| again
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| Sir, it’s Czar and they love him, because he’s a hero
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| Well, every hero needs a villain |