| I’m in the projects, elevator full of piss
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| Jansport on my back and it’s full of fish
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| Crack open the bag, it smell like a corpse
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| And I don’t need the burner, 'cause I’m a human torch
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| For me and Ap the goons will come and capture
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| Got more tools than that but for plastic rappers
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| Tryin' to pass the Mass they get smashed to plaster
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| With black masks and bats, razors and ratchets
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| Let’s see
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| On the guest list ten deep
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| You can go and ask Red & Meth about S. T
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| How we knock rappers out
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| Send 'em to the dentist
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| Yeah talk is cheap but your face expensive, to fix
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| Shit is vital, rappers is suicidal
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| Tie 'em to a chair and slice they throat with the vinyl
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| I change my name to The Bible
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| Spit a whole album and labeled it self titled/Celph Titled
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| Term, I’m the god
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| «It's alright if you M.A.D
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| You’ll never ever think you’ll wanna
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| Take me out
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| You’ll never ever ever ever ever
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| Take me out» — Greg Nice 'DWYCK"
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| Skin tone whiter than a Hell’s Angels biker
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| And a wing span wider than an X-Wing fighter
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| Rap writer, Chief Rocka, I’m taller than Chewbacca
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| Rocks in my tube socks, sinister as Chupacabra’s clock
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| Mad money, mad hungry, Timbs muddy
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| Failed out of school 'cause I had a slutty study buddy
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| So gutter utter sorcery, the power absorbs me
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| Lights start blinking when the engineer is recording me
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| Watch the warlock at work call me The Ice King
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| Swing a battle axe, Ap is rap’s last Viking
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| Me and Term burn bodies like a biological germ
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| A pirate throwin' bodies off of the stern
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| Spray your bitch with sperm when she’s playin' my organ
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| Y’all don’t ever get dome, they should call you the Headless Horseman
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| Never a pop star, I’ll leave 40 cops scarred
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| And carry a box cutter from Oxford to Oxnard
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| «It's alright if you M.A.D
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| You’ll never ever think you’ll wanna
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| Take me out
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| You’ll never ever ever ever ever
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| Take me out»
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| Fuck the captain, I shot the parrot off his shoulder
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| Blew the beak clean off so now the bird talk is over
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| Got a couple feathers in my face from lettin' the Beretta bake
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| Then I meditate and say what the Hell for Heaven’s sake
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| The back of this turbine with torch, char, cook
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| Every bar, hook
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| We aim for you
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| Flame broil and filet
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| You’re such a bitch that when you bleed you bleed Oil Of Olay
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| Want a riot I’ll insight one
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| You work at Wal-Mart but scared to pull the trigger on a price gun
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| Fuck your network, you ain’t close to my net worth
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| Disgust you when I show you my gross statements and what the jet’s worth
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| I’ll hold a stewardess hostage, I’m just plane/plain evil
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| My bestiality problem, I like to bang Eagles
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| Certified mental illness case
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| Whip you with a dusty pillow case till you can’t feel your motherfuckin' face
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| «It's alright if you M.A.D
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| You’ll never ever think you’ll wanna
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| Take me out
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| You’ll never ever ever ever ever
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| Take me out» — Greg Nice 'DWYCK"
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| «What made you forget that I was raw?
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| Competition’s payin' the price» — LL Cool J 'Mama Said Knock You Out'
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| «Never ever, take me out»
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| Take two and pass, so the blunt will last |