| All the sex thugs, big breast broads with butt plugs
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| Trippin off drugs, round-the-way chicks fallin in love
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| I go with street cats who got nuttin to live for
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| I don’t feel y’all, so weak cats, I’ma reveal y’all
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| Put your grill on the front of Blue Boy and Playgirl
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| Exterminate your world, pretty boy toys with S-curls
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| Catch a pearl necklace, cause I’m liable to tear your face off
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| Your weights in space, bloody your gear, cuttin your waist off
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| Cause in the end you’re finished, demented grimace
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| I run with midgets, I control physics and raw lyrics
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| Gary Oldman of rap, ain’t no holdin me back
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| What I pack’ll leave your skull cracked, broken like skull snaps
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| Locked, stock and two smokin barrels
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| Uncle Howie, 89 point 1, we sun pharoahs
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| I would rap more but I got a toothache
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| Yo, pass it off, who’s the next one, motivate the breaks. |