| Haha, the way to do this one
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| Let’s fucking do this shit
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| I’m the sickest of these whack MC’s
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| You ain’t ready (you ain’t ready)
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| I’m gonna wait a beat
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| (Heads ain’t ready, heads ain’t ready)
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| Skits Vicious, Jay Reaper, hah
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| What?!
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| You ain’t ready
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| I’m like Jamaicans with machetes
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| Jason versus freddy, in my early twenties
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| And I murder many temporary advisories
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| Hatchet Harry style when the three card bragged
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| Chief with a smile…
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| For whose who found acid heavy
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| I got drugs that will keep you high for half a century
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| (TIME WARP)
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| Fast forwardians, skull like prehistrians
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| I’m what happened with the mass worn by Dorian
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| (YOU BRUTE)
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| Burning witches, when I’m done gasoline pouring 'them
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| Word to Vicious got the baddest teen warrien
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| Whether they will perish at the hands of the menace
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| I’m staring at your family members, standing on your terrace…
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| As soon as you close your eyes
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| I’m in your house at night like a Poltergeist
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| Hold the mic
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| Eight long Stan won’t suffice
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| The biggest man alive barley reaches my shoulder height
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| I am like Raven McCoy with throwing knife
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| I’ll choke 'his wife with a wire on 'her own porch
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| (BITCH)
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| Then grab a pair of pliers and a blowtorch
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| It torture so on it and so forth
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| Anyone who wanna fuck with me —
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| I’ll leave your head
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| Open, no back holding
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| It’s a fact that my rap stolen
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| I’m crack smoking in the back of the Jack Logan
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| We kept rolling through the city, now we back bowling
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| I hit pins and strings like 'little Wayne
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| The king of the brain and what I bring oblivion
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| With that extract delicious exquisiteness
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| The hip of shit get this, for your kids it’s as a Christmas gift
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| (AHHH)
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| It’s like sex, I’m an ecstasy
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| I pop ex, pop next, when 'you're next to me
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| I lift rope, sniff coke
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| That’s my recipe to wreck MC’s, to pieces till I rest in peace
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| So, what the fuck is stress relief?!
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| I put us back on the flow, and break that chest to peace
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| It’s sees belief, I’m the reason that your pest can’t breath
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| Call me «Death», make your rest in the sea
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| Niggas talk to the Vicious: «Me and Skits Vicious — we mean business»
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| Special Beam cannon to you bitches
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| Denise Richards, he gets a shock while I pose for the picture
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| Dope D.O.D.- with a hole in the system |