| I’m obnoxious, motherfucker can’t you tell
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| run through Little Havannah yelling: 'Viva Fidel'
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| jerking off at the sheets when I stay at hotels
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| drinking bacardi at AA meetings, smoking a L
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| I’m broke as hell my attitude is no good
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| like working for white people after watching rosewood
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| swallow mecenary, I don’t care how I get richer
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| like American companies that did business with Hitler
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| get the picture nigga, I’m the best of both worlds
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| without the hidden camera, and the 12 year old girl
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| at stage at your basics, you aren’t half the man that I am
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| I throw your gang sign up, and then I’ll spit on my hand
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| give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain
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| that’s your girl, bitch get over here, give me some brain
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| I’ll bust of on her face, and right after the segment
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| she’ll propably rub it in her pussy, trying to get herself pregnant
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| I said it I meant it, that’s the way I deal with enemies
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| like pro lifers, that support the death penalty
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| and don’t talk about war, when niggaz know that your pus
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| a fucking hipocrit draft charger like George Bush
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| don’t push me nigga, cuz I’m close to the edge
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| and I’ll jump of with a rope that’s wrapped around your head
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| send a death feedaz to my ex on valentines day
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| the safety’s off nigga, so get the fuck out my way
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| Obnoxious nigga, murderous lyrics
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| I know that you hear it now that I’m getting closer and closer I know that you feel it your eating off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick
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| niggaz said hip hop was dead but I awoken the spirit
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| we’re taking it, back in the day to the golden age
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| when wack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage
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| Immortal Technique, I made this the bump in your ride
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| or burn it off the internet, and bump it outside
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| nigga, we keeping it live, we keeping it live
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| we keeping it live, we keeping it live
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| burn it off the fucking internet, and bump it outside
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| yeah nigga
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| Look motherfucker, my words damage an slaughter
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| a raging alcoholic like the presidents daughters
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| disgusting flows like third world country tap water
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| but before I hit the border, someone give me a quarter
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| cuz I’m a prank call, cop shot just for kicks
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| payback for everytime that they called me a spit
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| and Porturigan chicks told me that I fuck like i’m loco
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| and dominiquin women call me the 'Rompe Todo'
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| they call me 'Assioso'I'd rather get fired than quit
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| I get unemployment, you work and we making the same shit
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| how dare you niggaz critise the way that I spit
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| you coffee shop revolutionary son of a bitch
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| but you know what the fuck I think is just pathetic and gay
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| when niggaz speculate what the fuck 'Pac would say
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| you don’t know shit, about a dead mans perspective
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| and talking shit will get your neckbone disconnected
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| disrespected niggaz don’t show no love
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| why you trying to be hardcore, you fucking homo-thug
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| and don’t be sensitive and angry at the shit that I wrote
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| cuz if you can take a fucking dick, you can take a joke
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| I choke your friends in front of you, to prove that you fallen off
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| and you won’t do shit about it, like the church during the holocaust
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| Kalashnikov machine gun flow that I fire
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| obnoxious untill they shoot me on the day I retire
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| Daaamn homie, in high school I beat the shit out of you and your man homie
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| your girl wanna blow me and don’t even know me she lonely and she thinks your a phony
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| I take a piss on a development deal from Sony, or Def Jam
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| cuz your like all of the rest man
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| this ain’t a verse it’s shit talk at the end of the song
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| and you can suck a dick if you think I ended it wrong
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| fuck you and I’m gone, ha ha ha
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| piece to the strong hope, EO dub
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| Word-A-Mouf, Forbidden Chapters
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| IAK niggaz, westpoe killing you slow
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| the plaig I murder a show, you don’t even know
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| yeah, fowl play nigga
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| Harlem! |
| — Wauw! |