| Hip hop hooligan, I never went back to school again
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| When I figured how to use the pen
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| On the path of revenge, on the loose again
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| Rollin' 20 deep with my Ghost Town bully clan
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| Who I am? |
| You may call me the boogeyman
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| And if ya ass is fat, we can do a dance
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| Teddy Killerz steady kill it in the mix
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| Wicked with the lyric shit, you know I never miss
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| I ran into a million dumb people in the biz
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| They said I rap too evil, but now I’m gettin' rich
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| I don’t give a shit though, kick it like a schizo
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| Another horrorcore banger for your disco
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| You think you’re in the clouds, I will take you higher
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| Sound like a got a throat full of razor wire
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| (It's) Time to get dough, (It's) time to explode
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| How the rest goes, you can ask Dope
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| Rotten representin', raisin' tension
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| Nobody in your damn crew’s worth the fuckin' mention
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| You’re doin' quite well, it’s an intervention
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| Kill 'em all off, it’s just wackness prevention
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| Centre of attention, mow 'em all down, don’t make no exceptions
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| Don’t really care 'bout the house of correction
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| My fam right here don’t need no protection, pay attention
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| No objections, it’s time for redemption
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| Out for perfection, I’m gunnin' like Texans
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| Didn’t see ya comin', ace in deception
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| Push this whole thing to another direction
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| Explosives, I’ve got a whole collection
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| I’ll make sure you’ll get a warm reception
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| You unaware, incoming detecting
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| The Master Xploder’s blowin' up your section
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| (still droppin' the bomb once again now…)
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| What up is, I got some rough shit for you suckas
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| Fuck the police, never talk rubbish
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| Butterfly knives, comin' for your stomach
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| The GOAT nigga runnin', the dope nigga runnin'
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| I want 5 hundred motherfuckin' million
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| It’s that or your children, blow up the building
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| Now hands to the ceiling and bitch we ain’t kiddin nah
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| The way we livin' there’s no fucks to be given nah
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| Puff loud even better than Cheech
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| Then I preach like a motherfuckin' Cherokee Chief
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| I got reach from the streets to the Pelican Beach
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| We got beats that’ll breach through you pussy ass creeps
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| So what’s good nigga, test me I wish you would nigga
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| Dope D.O.D. |
| you misunderstood nigga
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| So cut the crap cause I’m colder than Cola
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| Better than Hova, (Who?) Master Xploder |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Master Xploder , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Master Xploder, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп