| Oh, let’s go
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| Ayo, this John Anthony baby
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| AKA the mother fuckin' villain
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| Celebrating 35 years of one of my favorite albums Radio by LL Cool J
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| So it’s time to bring it back with this one
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| Check it out
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| When I be on the mic I don’t mind rhymin' a line I’m
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| Five hundred percent of the guy that you might find
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| Climbin' inside your window so I can just by time
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| And hide behind the blinds with a knife until night time
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| These guidelines are irrational, I don’t have to do half of ‘em
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| Shit is practically laughable with a capital L
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| Bitch, I will beat your ass crappin' in a bathroom as I drag and pull you back
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| And accidentally snap your clavicle
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| And yeah, on top of that I even broke your scapula
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| Snappin' your fuckin' neck back, grabbin' a fuckin' spatula
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| Havin' the freakin' task of attacking you like I’m Dracula
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| Abra Cadabra faggot, I’m back and I’m that spectacular
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| But fuck what half of ya think, I’m trapped under this black thunder cloud
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| It adds cover but I have wondered why I’m not found
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| It’s wack my tracks suffer but I’m back in this mother fucker
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| So how you like me now?
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| How you like me now?
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| You gon' like me now
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| Ya better like me now
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| I feel an adrenaline rush when I take this medicine drug
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| It’s settlin' and diligent like it’s a genuine touch
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| ‘Cause I develop intelligence like a gentleman does
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| And tell a feminine to suck a pair of elephant nuts
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| Bitch, I got hell of a enough plan to attack
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| If you had me that Stanley axe, you can get your hand detached
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| Now you handicap wearin' a fannypack
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| Laughin' ‘cause I got your ass tied up on the mattress
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| Suffocate you through a candy bag
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| Yeah, I’m a maniac, call me Jack the Reaper
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| When I grab the liquor, smack a bitch and stab her with a pack of scissors
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| Pull down my zipper and whip out my freakin' massive dick
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| And stick it so far up her sphincter it my have actually killed her
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| I’m at the point where I just know that I may
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| Hopefully open this gate and if you don’t be amazed
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| I’m ‘bout'a totally change that when I blow you away
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| Vocally like Mo Dee would say
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| How you like me now?
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| How you like me now?
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| You gon' like me now
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| Ya better like me now
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| ‘Cause I’m emphatically, supernaturally rappin' a masterpiece
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| Half of these A&R's haven’t seen that I’m savagely
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| Attacking half of these faggots so casually, naturally y’all be lookin' at me
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| But now you squintin' like you are Japanese
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| I’m automatic like I’m half machine, fill me up with some gasoline
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| Erratically light a match and you blastin' me
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| Imagine being so gradually attached to something you haven’t seen
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| And that’s exactly why rap is attacking me
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| I’m lookin' aggravated like I haven’t ate in maybe half a day
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| You can’t get ahead if you get decapitated
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| Activated my inner side and brought out the baddest man that’s on the planet
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| Eradicated through assassination
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| My intentions are to write my shit down, now that I might come around
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| Passin' from mics underground, striking the count
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| Learn my lesson, now I’m founding my sound
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| I got a question to ask you clowns
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| How you like me now?
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| How you like me now?
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| You gon' like me now
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| Ya better like me now
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| Yo, yo
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| How you like me now?
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| How you like me now?
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| You gon' like me now
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| Ya better like me now
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| Yo, yo
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| How you like me now? |