| ..Geedorah has arrived
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| You guys could take five
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| By the time it’s over…
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| No snakes alive!
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| Take the dive, I’m tellin you, you better off
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| Then up against a flow to make her, take her sweater off
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| From the set off when it came to scripts he could hardly brag
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| It’s the result of concentration, and lolly-gag
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| I said «Yeah right"he pulled the mic out a snotty rag
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| Sealed up air-tight, and wrapped up in a body bag
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| Get a advance and catch chance writer’s block
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| After spendin the first and last penny
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| My own worst enemy
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| Tell me if I’m OD and usual flow
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| And made deals with these cats who keep sending dough, so
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| The Three Headed said it, never get busted
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| He’s a man of his word who’s not to be trusted
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| Beats encrypted, multi-faceted encrusted
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| Sweaty palm, keep mic rusted
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| Who sometimes spaz on wife like Othello
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| Hell no he won’t use words like Illuminati
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| Or Gotti all shotty might use karate
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| Azar the Gaza cut I’ll ask why a mask
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| With the gall style caps say nice fly
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| Exact dough til it stack high, white ho, black
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| Guy
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| The rap game, black eye
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| Exhilaration, Jet Jag’s accelerations
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| Touch speeds minds can’t conceive
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| Achieve altered, altitudes and angles, angels answer
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| Aura, illumination, awesome interpretation
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| Awkward alarm, ankle house arrest and who’s best?
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| Monster Island Czars
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| Crush pawn dreams to be king
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| A frank reality
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| Calculation could never be
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| Quest destined, distant competition dusted
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| Disgusted raise for second, crowded
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| Clouded confusion, conclusion: simple, plain
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| Self education, self-made millionaires
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| Serpents slitherin', sidewind searchin'
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| Stalkin', heat sensin'
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| Can’t have me Jet Jag’s Rikki Tikki Tavi
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| Superhero hit zero to sixty
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| Hot pursuit, pedal to the floor
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| Handlin' lyrics, traction swervin'
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| Left right makin' head fix, layin' high stakes
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| Levitates, quick hit breaks
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| They fly past, hit wall, parts fly loose, killer mongoose
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| Fake niggas continue to practice the art of intimidation
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| Sterile minds conceive thought through artificial insemination
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| Syntax a sequential rage unless it’s all deliberate
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| Angle wide words clear, but population stay illiterate
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| Consider it God’s a fine power, fools get rid of it
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| Men build dreams on promises but lackin' the will to deliver it
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| You, I dissolve connivers like saliva on tic tacs
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| World is strange, but get the job done like sises mix max
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| Flip tracks, murder snakes, drunk niggas killin' six packs
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| Chokin' on venom, suffered tricknological kick backs
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| Poverty stricken minds, all thoughts barely worth two cents
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| Build history through time, many a design on blueprints
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| Anooshes slides in the sky, eight-five percent never knew
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| Wise men arise, pull files like internal revenue
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| Forever true, appalled? |
| There’s self evidence with leverage
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| Upset? |
| The beast belly concoct homogenized beverage
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| Clever shit, calculate a sabotage trojan horse
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| Gift from? |
| see through any G motion that grows in force
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| Chose to toss to teach familiar line throughout the underworld
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| God of elevation kills Superman, rape Wondergirl
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| The discounted, decapitated rapist it’s acceptable
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| The everyday occurrence a fatal outcome’s inevitable
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| .Might as well join the forces boss
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| Chance take a loss like coin toss
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| Roll with the double headed nickel
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| Pawn the pawn a Jet Jag with the sickle you and a pickle
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| King Ghidra yo you ass betta leave 'em alone
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| Before ya go catch a seizure and leave 'em blown
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| If you ain’t the best of the best in the top three
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| Either myself, I and me
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| Don’t even think of caps
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| But act like you had a slight inkling perhaps
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| Or get smacked back in the ring like Bob Backlund
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| Ink jet black and wack…
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| «Hahahahahaha!
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| Hey, what’s the meaning of this?»
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| «Shut up!»
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| «Hahahahahahahaha, young man.» |