| Ghosts and goblins run amuck
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| In the caverns of rhine
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| Slinging petty corruption
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| The seventh sign!
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| Yeah!!!
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| Give to you and I do what it takes!
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| To give it to you!
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| Wars, wars!
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| Step into the realms of space where nobody goes
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| Only the baddest motherfuckers are the ones that are chose!
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| Some of the coolest individuals on the planet we said
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| Best believe that we can buck or give a damn if we cared!
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| No collision supervision but my family is here
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| Now my mama taught my niggaz that was under the stairs
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| One of those who chauffeured life and then was unprepared
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| But my hunger is the thought that no wonder it can’t be smothered
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| Or buttered up, buttercup, melt your sauce
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| You a Chucky Cheese bouncer chumpin’off the boss
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| What I’m trying to tell you now is that you’re softer than soft
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| And I’m sick as a cough, did I mention it’s raw?
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| Your predicaments flaw
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| Flaw means fucked up and serving out the oven not fried, slow roast
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| No coast, tuck your tail and hide!
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| You scared?
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| I officially do it with duns on tour
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| We lock down traps, push caps galore
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| My wiz cook work 'til it scale like fish
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| My old earth even known to handle biz
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| I serve whipped, out of whips, whip out cash
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| Usually keep a G packed under the dash
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| Try to test my gangsta, I bring harm
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| I’m as slick as Freeway Rick and Nicholas Barnes
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| My Uptown Nikes hold caps and cheddar
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| My waistline hold a 4-pound Baretta
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| I’ll shoe lace your face just to learn you better
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| My ox so sharp it cut through leather
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| My rap name Killer, my street name Skunk
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| I mastered the music that was born in the Bronx!
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| I switch my slang spit from my mouth
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| I’m still all coast my coast the South!!! |