| I was cryogenically frozen and brought back
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| To piss on all you bastards, Austin Power hungry
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| Making fackish brandy for the savage
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| Cabbage patch of rappers
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| I be smacking 'em with my garbage pail
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| Hard to tell between the men and the mice
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| When I’ll be up for sale
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| Alpha male pale in comparison, your garrison
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| Pussy-footin', that’s why you fake fucks is failing
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| All black sales barking orders at the Hip-Hop border
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| Acid rain mortar, new world order
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| Bring the torch of shame
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| But blasting flames at all these roaches
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| Scattered dames and another of the cocoa powder
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| Brains up on the wall, a flower, blame it on me
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| Choke up on my name up in your mouth
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| You cowards, our grapes and another of the bloody rose
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| Is the social matter
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| Jaw shatter, so what’s next, go back to the basics
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| DVD be the apex, I could be the boogeyman
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| I’m such a sick pup, I upchuck dialect
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| Deliver from both fist fight
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| Bitch pluck, picking em out of the crowd
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| You wanna dick suck? |
| that big ol' bubble butt was in effect
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| So watch your lips up, grip my grave, dig a bigger picture
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| Is the creme nut, splendid
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| She sucking and licking and fucking like a champion
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| Smell huh
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| Hell ya, two girls, one cup, same shit that all y’all clones sip up
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| And get spit out
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| I buy the quip tonight you wanna quip tonight
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| Godzilla seeing red tryna find a fight
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| Tricky tanks mobbing like the Mormons on the bike
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| So spreading the word and burning the crosses upside down right
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| Way you fit to be fitted, we liquid nitrogen, we chilling
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| We the Hip-Hop Kennedy’s, to stop us, gotta kill us
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| Villainous since I been a hearing aid man
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| When I made men for your brain and I got you in my crosshairs
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| Ore in my eyes, guess I’m just a kid
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| Little fist, press, squeeze, and trigger
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| On the spin
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| Pure dread coming through your system like a cancer
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| Rap necromancer, black flag waving in the wind
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| On the rampost, ram horns rising with my forehead ransom
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| Lamb on a platter
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| Bloody your bladder, you can’t slow dance but a gorilla
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| Can get you steamrolled and even for debit
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| You on the wrong side of the green inferno
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| No one gets out alive ain’t tribe prime be eternal
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| Yeah Colonel Sand blast around it and out the jacket
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| Jaw jabber, jaw running they mouth, glass shattering the bra
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| No more talky-talk, walk into the Sarlacc Pit
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| Ducking and dipping and diving and dodging
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| All your bullshit
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| Too crip
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| Time to put the point to rest
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| Like I put a knife to right, right in your chest
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| Turn the blade and let the poison infest
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| I piss on your grave and take a shit when you laid to rest
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| Well that wasn’t very nice
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| Apezilla
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| You guys are sick
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| Shut up ho' |