| Dump truck’s dumpin, heartbeat accelerated
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| Blood pumpin, don’t assume make an assumption
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| Get your pumpkin butternut muffin slit open for nothin
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| Bisquits burn, radio, my disc gets burned
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| Spead the germ, then return, check the rebirth
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| My appetite for destruction rap, stomach got a ring worm
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| Cause I keep eatin, keep shittin, keep spittin
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| Street pigeon, now I drop
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| Porched on a lamppost top
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| Pickin up bundles of botox
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| Still nothin move but the money
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| While you move with a style funny
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| I fathered you, you just a child to me
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| Dinner plate chow to me, raw steak a piece of cow to me
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| Make 'em kneel to the god and bow to me
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| I’ll ruin you, don’t let the humble atttitude fool you
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| Crack open your fruit, spill out the prune juice
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| And drink to success while we calculate your debts
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| Put old dogs to sleep like a vet
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| So what the fuck
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| My dump truck keep dumpin on a punk
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| No interruption, turn the music up
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| Burn bushes of kushes and fill the cup
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| Yeah
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| You in the back of the dump truck
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| Ba-ba-back of the dump track
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| The rapper of all time, they call me King Rhymes
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| They call me big time because of how my
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| 16's don’t never stop, no ma
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| Shine is forever like them stars in the sky
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| Yeah the Grand Wizard of Oz, there is none higher
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| 720 degrees, I burn like fire
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| That’s 360 physical, 360 spiritual
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| For you to kill me is gon' take a miracle
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| You niggas try and play with me like chess
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| Oh niggas wan' prey on me? |
| God bless
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| I’m hearin all this talk from these so-called gangsters
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| And real gangsters bring it on, I spank ya
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| With claps to the ass, my gun explode, nigga
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| Now video-rebuttal that, bitch-ass hoe nigga
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| Microscopic rappers want publicity
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| They small like atoms, nobody’s listenin
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| To you
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| I’m a constructed con, a fuckin machine
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| I up the echelon whenever I etch a song
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| The kind of shit I’m on — a big dump truck
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| And you’se a dumb fuck, y’all get dumb stuck
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| Dude shit out of luck, don’t let the pump erupt
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| See we ridin dirty, fuck tryina buckle up
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| This is smashin the wall, hop out the car to brawl
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| Line 'em up like dominos, they fall
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| Y’all’s bustas better recognize this
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| One man’s trash is now some shit that turned priceless
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| All these gems, it take forever to find this
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| So we keep fillin 'em landfills with the virus
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| I haul a trailer full of rock to sell
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| Get popped if you tell, tell 'em they can rot in hell
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| I put fire to your trash-ass artists
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| Then smack 'em retarded, dump 'em back in the garbage
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| Regardless |