| Master! |
| Master!
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| The Master of ruckus suckas
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| Committing crime is primal
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| Sip some tea eat a dope meal then break his spinal
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| Threw the rope-a-dope if I still can’t counter attack on vinyl
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| Pound you with a round house you hit the ground its final
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| Dont disturb me verbally youre like a gerba? |
| baby
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| Cut my enthusiasm you 'an urban herb- dude looks like a lady
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| Dont talk cops grind you like pan fried pork chops
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| Solid pig new york cops I walk with a bop
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| I clash youre a moron with a glass chin
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| Kick your ass like Zohan classic like Johan Sebastian
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| Very punctual when I puncture you punk kung fu you
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| I lump you in the trunk like structure? |
| filled with junk
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| My arch enemies know me infamous like McDonalds arches
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| Like the oj car chase, malcolms departure
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| Martin’s marches, StarKist Tuna and Jimmy Hoffas carcass
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| Parcheesi I’m that sleazy profit marketable narcissist
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| Viva Necro (15x)
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| Master! |
| Master!
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| I’m despicable kick you in your dick and balls
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| Smash your thick skull with a cricket ball
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| Stick up your clique ill Vic you all
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| Droppin bombs chop off your arms
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| Pop off the lamas more drama than a sonata from brahms- no ones hotter than Ron
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| I got the kwan you think your big shit, youre a big fish in small pond,
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| a big bitch like a tall blonde
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| No handshakes, flip you like murderous manner on pancakes'
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| Rip you like Otis in Devil’s Rejects, these are the breaks'
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| Fuck in the kitchen if sex is a crime lock me in prison
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| Plus I love bitches like mike loved pigeons- I’m above religion
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| Hit you twice with a big device dismembered you remember me I’m stuck in your
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| memory like gigabytes
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| Pop you with a trepound till you’re `Ghost` like Oda Mae Brown
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| Comatose homey vaminose, get down or lay down
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| Youre too ridiculous pop fags in the game claimin to be true lyricist you give
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| hip hop a bad name
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| Viva Necro (15x) |