| Dead niggas on the premises I sin yeah
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| Zulu nigga with a motherfucking thin spear
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| I’ve been clear get yo' fucking ass in here
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| The shit niggas talk don’t impress cos' I’ve been there
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| I’ve done that motherfuckers best to run back
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| Slap yo self' and get your cunt checked
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| Cos' niggas don’t bust like us
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| Don’t crush like us
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| Sniff a little dust and I feel buff like buzz
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| You ain’t ready for this nigga Balotelli
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| Pelli Pelli getting sweaty
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| Cos I’m freakin' with your favorite baby
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| You got a rain check I came to bring the pain back
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| Rough neck swinging with the motherfuckin' cane back
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| Yes we’ve been endorsed by four horsemen of course awesome
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| Never lost to first caution I floss often like I’m Mark Boss I’m cautious
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| Yeh, now head banging to you’re nauseous
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| See when I come in I’m sweating like the running man
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| Game of deaths Skits V got the upper hand
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| My body check turns your body to a bloody wreck
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| You and your girlfriends yeah your buddy’s next
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| Blood thirsty I stalk with the full clip
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| Walk my dog after dark when the moons lit
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| I follow footprints equipped with a tool kit
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| Its clockwork when my mood shift is Kubrick
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| I pump a fool with a lethal dosage watch their eyeballs pop out like harlequin
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| ichtyosis
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| Try to trespass my yard full of deadly Dobers
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| I wash the blood from their fur with some head and shoulders
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| Cold case no trace come through
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| Chopping off heads with the machete crew
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| Way too hard for the hit list
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| So I take down the stars on my shit-list
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| Vicious
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| Ciao Bella it’s the English-Dutch fella
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| You know its rain of terror when we collab together
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| You’re light as a feather
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| Break under pressure
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| Off the fucking charts man you can’t even measure
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| Join the adventure we out for the treasure
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| Heads get severed its all my pleasure
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| Its doomsday so we melt down the cheddar
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| You know Dopey Rotten as the nutty professor
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| Never will I give up I will be here forever
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| Chop you up body parts in the blender
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| Never surrender I always remember
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| Gone til November you’ll find me in Denver
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| Big up Maurizio it’s a joint venture
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| You get dismembered no first time offenders
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| Your world of pain has just ended
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| No you won’t survive because your chances are slender
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| Toc, toc, sono io, il tuo incubo peggiore
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| Billy The Kid del beat
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| Lirico squarciagole
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| Sono il king come Nat Cole
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| Finchè lo ripeto ti convinci che ho ragione
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| Dovrei aprirti gli occhi ma sei nato verme
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| Invertebrato inerme
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| La tua vita è finta dietro sembra che hai lo sfondo verde
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| Bella questa festa di merda
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| E la tua testa è un paracadute
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| E se non te la apro a che serve?
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| Dovrei cercare un alibi
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| La vita cambia in fretta esattamente come cambio gli abiti
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| Non ti fidar di me qualsiasi cosa capiti
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| Perché chi va con lo zoppo parcheggia al posto dei disabili
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| Dio mi parla nel sonno dice dividi le masse
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| Chiede se i politici pagano mai le tasse
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| Per lo show chiama 3 volte 6
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| Per il flow non serve translate
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| Shake, shake, shake your blood |