| Its a never ending story we are basking in our glory
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| Rappers are no more than products toss em in my trolley
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| I’m sorry but I had 2 cut your Adam’s apple open with a broken 40 bottle when
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| you started actin funny
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| Bloody body zombie, shot a nazi with a shotty
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| When I attack apache chopper bullets couldn’t stop me…
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| I’m somewhat like shock G, I hit em with the rhythm of the future
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| And teach the youth the opposite of drug free
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| I wacth my army party on until the sun rises
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| Then their bone cause we’re all a bunch a vampires…
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| I set that ass on fire, grab a wack Mc and pull his head off with piano wire…
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| Jump ya like a camel spider
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| I roll with hooligang like Danny Dyer
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| Pusherman your grass supllier, as the verbal ammo fires rounds!
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| At the Eva type a sucka thinkin he can fuck with this…
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| You must be out your mind, we the ruggedest I’m done with this…
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| Something bitch… That’s what I thought…
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| You can’t fuck with the Dope and the Gold…
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| We make mad (noise!), to make you spaz! |
| (boy!)
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| We get mad (loud), girl spaz! |
| (out!) (x3)
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| We make mad (noise!), to make you spaz! |
| (boy)
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| We get mad (loud), girl spaz…
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| Hold them horses
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| See you fuckin' with the forces of a sorcerer
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| The cause of all remorse and all the awesomeness
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| Niggas pause I fast forward it
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| Morbid awkward kid
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| Of course I iz
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| Bodyparts with orthosis in storages
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| I’m Jim Morrison, the force within'
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| I’m the origin
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| A star born again inmortal men we be orbiting
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| The swords I spin got 2 chords attached on 2 me
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| I’m stormin' in the tournament
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| Your head will be my ornament
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| Force feedin' me
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| Use a lil' seasoning
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| You witnessing the bodz
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| You don’t believe in me it’s treasoning
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| I beez the reason why peoples is preachin' and not reasonin'
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| I beez the reason the sun dissapearin' in the evening
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| Like Kool Keith and them
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| Robert Louis Stevenson, I got that poetry will make you gasp or never breath
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| again
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| And even when I get shanked with a bleeding pen
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| It ain’t the reapers end
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| We’ll meet again in elysium |