| I’m breaking brain cells off at the stem
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| Your status is stupidier
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| Ap is a nuclear blast, tar blacker than Lucifer
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| I consider writing a list of all the shit I would do to you
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| Head so big I rest my fitting cap on Jupiter
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| You aint buiolt like this you a soft carbon copy
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| A carebear compared to a autobot body!
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| The raps like crack I supply to the blacks
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| Drop pipes, car mics, say goodbye to your rocks!
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| Im a mutha fucker star, the staus of John Lennon
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| You are Orindary People singing to John Legend
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| Write a track this and that, better X that out
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| I don’t play that, like rap in a redneck’s house
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| I can have your brain cells spinning quicker than Speedwell’s
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| Your female, email and me on your details
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| I don’t dig up dirt, I shake the earth!
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| And I never say names I wouldn’t waste the verse
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| All for the top Im hot and when they dare me to write
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| Prepare to carry your mic to a burial site
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| Im a pioneer fucking up stereotypes
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| I snatched chains as a kid made you carry your bikes
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| I got an addiction to spitting shit, its heroin like
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| Storytellers speak of telling me American plight
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| Money blows, funny though, it seems embarrassing right?
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| Rock shows blow the doors on a pair of Air Nikes
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| All NIGHT!
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| Yeah yo you know the rules I cruise with a tough band
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| You in the fucking closet with brooms and a dustpan
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| Like clean sweep your fleet body softning and gelling
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| And now you want a mic, yeah right!
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| My life and your skeleton dummy
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| Im in the place you can tell when its bloody
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| I freaking paid for your face straight
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| A million of money?
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| Im ready and willing to watch response seven to flesh?
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| Lets see if I don’t kill him in five seconds or less
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| I keep coming back like rashes on an infant
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| You don’t want a chance to clash with the maginifcent seven
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| Of us its heaven but never enough
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| So I tighten the vice quick so his head will get crushed
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| Im out of sight now deep in this music
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| Leaving them upside down feed them for new shit
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| Ribkat’s is the wrong pal to creep in the booth with
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| Blow a hole in your back just to eat him for soup dish
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| You bitch!
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| Yo the Demigodz stand for killers!
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| More specifically we deadly entertainers, maniac ignorant godzillas and we
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| Never took the route them other crooks took
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| Because we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother’s cook book!
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| Your souffled in more ways then ten!
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| Celph Titled’s flow is choking the wind, my favorite past time is soaking in
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| sin!
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| The most accurate sharp shooter with no scope
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| Shoot with my left and watch you all die from second hand smoke
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| Im repping my fans so! |
| You better act cool
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| My soul will make a Ouiji board jump up and slap you dummy
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| You not thinking smart!
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| I bust so many blamers and blinkers that I should start a rock band called
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| Blinking Spark!
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| Sinking sharks with no harpoons, my arsenal is a sawblade carved in two sliding
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| your coffin through
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| Apathy is insane and Im the same as my brother
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| Im like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler
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| Catch a case and before the Judge could slam down the gavel
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| The whole room ducking and hide from grenade shrapnel
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| These rap verses I be breezing though
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| Because IM like a celibant, under oath, un fucking believable!
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| DemiGodz, Fort Minor
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| You’ve heard of us
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| Styles of Beyond
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| You’ve heard of us, the murderous! |