| Burying new jacks, beating them blue/black
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| I stack a rapper anatomy higher than two shacks
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| In the meantime K is throttling minds
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| Move fast you couldn’t catchup if you was a bottle of Heinz
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| Still spitting about 24s, hoes and bitches
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| Man you washed up like former dirty clothes and dishes
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| I execute in 3D, the poltergeist in the TV
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| Invisible hand that slaps you when you turn off the CD
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| You’re bye bye poppa the second you try to step to me
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| Tight game included, these nuts are sold separately
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| Systematically quick and graphically seal the fate of them
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| Me and Gangsta NIP beat a 188 of them
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| Hourly accosted with dangerous diagnostics
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| Took the ransom money and still murdered the hostage
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| We travel land that stand for the Dandy Atlantic span
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| Lyrical Taliban, South Park, Afghanistan
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| You signed a contract now you think you’re fly
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| But you lost your damn deal before the ink could dry
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| I’m in the room calculating all the rap fatalities
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| On a three-way phone call with my other two personalities
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| I ain’t holding back on the drama they needed
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| Send your punkass home crying, «Mama, they cheated» |