| I’m like an exploding shottie, make up bare noise like Pavarotti
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| I’m old-school like beam me up Scotty
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| My bars are intimidating
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| I make an MC piss in his potty
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| I’m like a blu-ray DVD, you’re like a pirate copy
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| I’m not taking any violations
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| People want to make money of my creations
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| My bars are paranormal, levitation, warfare, biological, radiation
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| Pit bull, I’m an animal, ostation
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| Eat flesh like I’m Hannibal, I’ll wait then
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| I spray you with certain flammable
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| I make your face look incompatible (yeah)
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| I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy
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| (Wunsen)
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| I’m like an exploding shottie
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| I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy
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| (Wunsen)
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| I’m like an exploding shottie
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| I am the everlest, everlest, rebelest, evilest
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| Like a murder charge, I’m intensive
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| Chasing mans over fences
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| Letting off shots dropping on the floor like one pences
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| Suffer your own consequences
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| Leave dead bodies in trenches
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| Take you on an adventure
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| Leave a man with dementia
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| Better mind when I enter
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| I leave the place all bloody and red like placenta
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| I’m a true representer
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| I do most of my dirty work in the winter
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| I put my rusty knife deep into your flesh like splinter
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| Blacked out like ninja
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| Could have been brunette, could have been blonde or ginger
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| Or an alcohol binger
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| I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy
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| (Wunsen)
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| I’m like an exploding shottie
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| I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy
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| (Wunsen)
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| I’m like an exploding shottie
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| My bars are impolite and sour
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| I’ve got the Intel quad core power
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| If you want to try clash me, like an iPhone battery, you’ll die in less than an
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| hour
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| When I spit bars, I make you feel good like sex in the shower
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| Anytime I jump on a beat I devour (yeah)
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| My bars have got sniper rifle power
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| Take mans out from the Eiffel Tower
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| Give you buzz like having sex doing 140 miles per hour
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| I spit naughty rhymes of sour like people snorting lines of flour
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| I’ve got lyrics for days
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| I write 140 lines per hour
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| I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy
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| Wunsen
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| I’m like an exploding shottie
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| I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy
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| Wunsen
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| I’m like an exploding shottie
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| D.E.Velopment, Mr Traumatik
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| Get to know dis
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| Up in your fucking faces |