| — That's later version of getting F.U.B.A.R.
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| — What's F.U.B.A.R?
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| — Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition.
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| Check it, Check it. |
| Uhh, uhh. |
| yo,
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| I’m like Schwarzkopf with a sawed-off merkin' serplekle Berkowitz walk
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| Cut your hands off, now go jerk off you faggot molested, maggot infested
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| Shot with a magnum, stabbed in the abdomen, intestines, body bag,
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| next contestant!
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| The hostage- take, nostril breaker, blood loss got you nauseous, shaking
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| Get destroyed like the Pink Floyd sausage maker in a larvae bed
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| Faster than tarvol with a blade carving up heads, machete
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| You’re fading to shreds like barber on meds
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| Your cunt’s gun injected, your torso’s disconnected
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| Bitch my erection is in your pelvis section unprotected
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| Spasms and seizures cut the protoplasm on your face, jet like motor razor
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| No photograph of me, the code of assassins, get yo specs gouged,
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| blast off Tecs at yo house
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| My trigger finger’s sexually aroused, gettin' busy wreck your division
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| Like a prison, neck incision, you’re getting fucked up bitch beyond all
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| recognition
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| You F.U.B.A.R! |
| Scarred with a gemstar, pa, you F.U.B.A.R!
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| Hit with a metal bat in your car, you F.U.B.A.R!
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| You should’ve thought before you sparred, you fucked up beyond all recognition!
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| Fucked up beyond all recognition!
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| Fucked up beyond all recognition! |
| what?!
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| Fucked up beyond all recognition! |
| say it! |
| fucked up!
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| You couldn’t hurt a mouse, yet you tried to front on my cause
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| Just because other word of mouth is I’ll punch you in yours
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| My get down’s viral, you’re a coward on a downward spiral of ground gyro
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| A pyromaniac, burn down your firewall, shit on your pride, you should commit
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| suicide
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| I just might come to your hood and let bullets rip through the side of your eye
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| You’ll never be shit, you on some police shit
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| I should unleash pits on you and let them eat your flesh, please bitch!
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| Stick that gun up your ass and see if it fits
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| You don’t know who you fucking with, bite me, you DIE! |
| get left stiffin' and
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| sticks
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| Don’t need to feel liquored so I could pull triggers
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| My hands skill’s bigger, I leave your whole fucking grill disfigured
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| Looking I’ll after I jigged it, real despicably wicked, like gigabod sick of
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| God kick the bucket like pickit
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| Fuck it you bitch better suck it and lick it or I’ll leave an icepick stuck in
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| your head
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| Cut off your dick and feed you it |