| Yo, hey yo, I step out the shell like a black pearl
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| Become the destroyer of all worlds
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| I eat you inside out like stress
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| The best, I never lose a rhyme contest
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| While troublesome black rolls flows
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| Bleed internal external like a bloody nose
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| Props grow like crops
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| Desert boot Clarks wit no socks
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| Parking space killer stay out my lot
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| You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name
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| I take it out your ass and charge it to the game
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| I battle with words, go to war with ideas
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| You defeat me never in a million years
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| The factor of the rapture
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| Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured
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| They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought
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| But then you got caught up in my final thought
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| Nigga
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| Miss Thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled)
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo
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| I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse
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| You the tightest motha fucka let me find out
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| When I pull mines out
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| I could gaffle Mr. Keebler for all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House
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| Give you static like your mixer got the ground out
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| Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch
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| Im down south wit Outkast wit pounds out
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| Wicked enough to throw the gun in James Bond mouth
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| You know E and Keith when we brawl
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| I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall
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| And overall, on yall a protocal
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| My style is Kabal, finish him
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| For the Benjamins
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| Fools call me the Grinch
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| Cause I punch you in your face Christmas on two fifth
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| While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot
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| When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch
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| Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight
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| Yo, yo
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| Its E the assassin ANTONIO BANDERAS
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| Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas
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| So face it, some of yall should go back to basics
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| Before the prom, before Sissy Spacik
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| Reevaluate whats right for you
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| From the start or was it something you wanted to do fucker
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| I dig a hole so deep you can’t return
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| And hear about the episode on Howard Stern
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| Im born wit heart I blast ya
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| Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master
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| Playing me one time thats unforgivin
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| I got a body one count and we ain’t bullshittin
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| We be thick in the mix, milk wit Quik
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| In the business I work every circuit
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| Im bigger, better, and deafer
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| So however, wherever, whenever, heffer
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| Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight (4x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Guest List , by - Keith Murray. Song from the album Best Of Keith Murray, Vol. 1, in the genre Соул