| Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch
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| Fucking with my clique, huh? |
| That shit’s ridiculous
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| Go against the gods, go against the flow
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| Now we all powerful and look at you… Ridiculous
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| Uncle Fred said «fuck 'em!»
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| You’re going from the top to the bottom (drop 'em)
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| You don’t wanna mess with rotten (rotten)
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| More rock 'n roll than any hip hoppin'
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| Undead — graveyard’s my garden
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| And few spots left for you in burial to stares in
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| No, you don’t want it, you fuckin' with the martian
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| (Always finish what we started)
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| Sold your soul for a bargain price
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| Get what I want, never askin' nice
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| Do what I want never take advice
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| And now west coast better take a hike
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| People wants more and I take your life
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| I won’t let it slide, this shit ain’t swipe
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| And get worked up in a little bit hype
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| Ridiculous facts — don’t touch the mic
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| I look at niggas nowadays I can’t believe you spittin' some
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| You rippin' em, with no work and no play like Nicholson
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| Trippin' pistol whippin' any whistle blowin' sissy cunt
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| I’m super serial with witty puns, I’m fucking Kirsten Dunst
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| So hit the drums and I come swinging with that afro shit
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| Super-cali-fragilistic-expiali-fascist-bitch
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| So ass get kicked, I’m on that Indiana lasso shit
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| I’m so sick, Serious Jones, Holmes I pass the gift
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| Call me a pacifist, it’s really quite inaccurate
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| I smack a bitch talkin' shit about my cancer sticks
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| I’m smo-smokin' on pink rose with pimp potion
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| So niggas broken I bust pain and he’s brain blow then
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| You bad baby, you bap booms with bat, baby
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| We crack babies, so late mack I attack ladies
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| No yes, maybe like a said before — I’m serious
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| The Reaper get the job done make niggas look ridiculous
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| Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch
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| Fucking with my clique, huh? |
| That shit’s ridiculous
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| Go against the gods, go against the reaper
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| I’m an all mighty creature, now y’all niggas is… Ridiculous
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| Rappers so glossy I see it on the lips
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| Wanna dance like the chicks in their clips
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| (That shit is just ridiculous!)
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| Shit is going down and the rats abandoned ship
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| But that ain’t no surprise
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| You and your clique is — ridiculous!
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| You wanna ridicule us? |
| That’s ridiculous
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| I’m in the mix like a silver flask of sizurp syrup
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| And I got em curious about
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| «who? |
| what? |
| why? |
| when? |
| where? |
| and how?»
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| I do it so conspicuo-us, they never knew us then we blew up
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| Again tourin' for a few months, years now
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| Many art is through us
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| I turn Mc’s into pickled pepper goulash
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| (Where's your head at?!) It’s in the cool box
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| Rappers lose us in the process, they’re so bitter
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| Wanna be the trending topic, they on twitter
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| I’m on twitter too, but I don’t give a shit if you
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| Follow me or swallow me, you can suck a dick or two
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| You better didgeridoo all that you done son
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| But you don’t get what we do, when that ain’t undone
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| Dragon in the dungeon, spittin' fire vigorous
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| Fuckin' with the Vicious now you know that shit’s ridiculous
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| Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch
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| Fucking with my clique, huh? |
| That shit’s ridiculous
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| Go against the gods, go against the reaper
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| I’m an all mighty creature, now y’all niggas is… Ridiculous
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| Rappers so glossy I see it on the lips
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| Wanna dance like the chicks in their clips
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| (That shit is just ridiculous!)
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| Shit is going down and the rats abandoned ship
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| But that ain’t no surprise
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| You and your clique is — ridiculous! |