| I’ve got a style that’ll turn a generation foul
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| Punks get smacked in the mouth and church bitches get defiled
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| Shovel shit by the pound
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| Sinister type smile
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| Kickin' shit that so foul when I’m hittin' them like «Blaoow!»
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| Cannibal like Hannibal, handle these niggas well
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| Damage you can’t manage, examples of living hell
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| Chantin' never rest til your mental turn to a cell
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| Witness a new picture where real villains prevail
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| When I xhale and spit at you sixteen bars split your shit in two
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| You think I’m missin' you until I hit your crew
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| Pure rag in the physical
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| Everyone else subliminal, criminal fatality
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| Battle me, I will finish you
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| So check my substance, loud like a chick that’s bossin'
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| Lex be bossin' from NY to Czech Republic
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| Still rugged, middle fingers up, still duggin'
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| Still woop-woopin bitches, still Mr. Ugly |