| Hey, hey k-
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| Hey kids!
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| (This is so crazy!)
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| Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses
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| We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses
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| Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes
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| Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes
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| All cause I’m motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning
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| hashes
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| Killer, killer, dealing with him like he’s a squealer
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| Get 'em, got 'em, shout 'em, and flipped the matress
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| Woo! |
| I’m the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob
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| Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs
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| Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain’t flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin' it
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| Run through a motherfucker’s face like ig’nant, isn’t it
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| Domain eminent, we the preeminant
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| Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous
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| Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it
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| Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin' it, yeah
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| Bumaye
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| Bumaye
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| Bumaye
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| Bumaye
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| Aye, aye kids
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| I’m the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey
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| I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps
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| They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns
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| I got half an hour, I’ll burn half a pound and I have to run
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| Killers of the earth get scared
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| You do not get one word
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| You do not live for the heard
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| Even you living’s absurd, better off kicked to the curb
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| That is my word
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| Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved
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| In the Berenstain riff, I’m a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit,
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| the whip swerve
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| It’s like nothin' not broke, can’t stand the scope in the booth
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| I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date
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| Better call may day, baby I’ll spray, I’m an AK
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| They flayed and plated, I’m serving dead meat fame to table
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| Cain to Abel, death’s apprentice
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| Run the Jewels’ll make last breaths Brexit
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| Bumaye
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| Bumaye
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| Bumaye
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| Bumaye
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| Word architect, when I arch the tech, I’ll part ya' neck
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| Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head
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| Like a gram of blow, you inject
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| My words infect like insects havin' incest, I’m in check, like pay day on a
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| Thursday and it’s Wednesday
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| I’m sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate
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| That’s pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on 'em twenty-eight
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| Get pearl tongue like every day, so I Run them Jewels in every state
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| I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el’s out a p with El-P
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| My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can’t fit me
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| No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski
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| Please be alarmed, be warned
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| Please be alarmed, be warned
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| Give up that charm or get harmed
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| Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone
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| You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you |