| A message to Benedict Arnold: No matter how hard you try to be, here’s what
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| they think about you!
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| Hello? |
| I was at The Celebrity… and I was wonderin' how that punk Ice Cube got
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| his ass beat by ATL!
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| Yo! |
| Dat nigga was sayin' he from Compton? |
| He ain’t from Compton,
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| he from a planet called: «Punk!» |
| It is full of pussy protein and pearl tongue!
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| All I wanna know is why y’all let his punk-ass in the group in the first place,
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| when you knew what kinda bitch he was?
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| Yeah, I was in the New Music Seminar in New York!
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| And I watched that punk muthafucka run… while the rest of his homeboys got
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| they ass beat!
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| Hello? |
| I’m callin' to say since Ice Cube was suckin' so much New York dick…
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| can he come and eat sum of this Chicago pussy?
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| I smell… PUSSY!
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| Yeah, nigga; |
| when we see yo' ass, we gon' cut your hair off and fuck you with'
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| a broomstick!
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| Think about it, punk muthafucka! |