| I be getting voodoo round like Greek sex
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| I’m searching for six chicks with sloppy tits hanging off their chests
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| Fuck kicking flavour in your ear
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| I’d rather kick you in your fucking cunt, then rip off your brassiere
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| I’m here, Mr. I-double-L- B-I-double-L
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| Puffing on a nick a crack in my jail-cell
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| They pay me well for my services
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| When I murder kids, I orgasm
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| Then I get rid of the evidence
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| Left up on the scene of the crime
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| I spit maggots out of my mouth when I rhyme
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| Bloody, little punk ass, fuddy-duddy
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| Let me get your crack-rock and all your money
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| Sonny, I’m a fucking sicky
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| I’ll asphyxiate you then toss you in the lake like Ricki
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| Illing like a handy-capped spaz
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| Peep the Zoobaz, ripping' out the frame of your ass
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| Can you dig it? |
| Uhh, Peep the Zoobaz (X 4)
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| (Goretex)
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| My lyrics spread nice over tits like calamine
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| Urine into slime when I circumcise your spine
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| I swallow Hashish cuz I don’t need to grief
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| I chew vaginal beef with my Mackey and pull a goatee
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| I got a sweet tooth for some PMS leaking
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| I’m seeking the bloody tushy of a Puerto Rican
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| I’m getting iller than this here jones when I’m stoned
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| I’m banging women with nipples like fucking street cones
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| I’ll leave NYPD blue, I’ll asphyxia you too
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| My crew attacks like a pack of crazed Jews
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| I’m Shawn Michaels with the hot rod I’m ready
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| My aim is steady, point blank with my vainly machete
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| Satanic soldier, mad pages like Janova
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| From Brooklyn to Boulder a million jiffs be on my shoulder
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| I’m all about gored smack, beer back and crack packs
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| Snap jacks and anal tracks, god flesh I’m seeing blaaaaack
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| Can you dig it? |
| Uhh, Peep the Zoobaz (X 8) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peep the Zoobaz '94 , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Early Years: Rare Demos '91-'94, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп