| How you feeling? |
| What you looking at, huh?
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| Something so fly, someone you can not sum up
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| Doper than something someone could end careers with
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| Sicker than slipping sketchy shit into beers then
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| And them dudes get cut, no pass
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| Don’t come around, you won’t last
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| It’s a Minneap massacre
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| Last to the cab is a speed bump
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| Don’t flinch, don’t jump
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| And I don’t bump nothing but Sick Trim, nah
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| I slide past all the trash, gimme them
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| And I only drink gasoline, I only eat acid
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| Only eat candy-ass lives when they tragic
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| Only kill kids when they act hella savage
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| But actually average
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| Smash em laugh, it’s a blast
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| Snatch all the crap in your stash
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| Laugh with the cash and a match
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| And fuck your motives
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| And fuck what you working if that shit ain’t forward
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| We been on that, burn that shit if it ain’t soldier
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| And I am not about your bullshit
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| I am not about to worry, your insignificant feels big
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| I feel sick for your mother
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| I got some real shit for your lover
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| And you can not run with these ill motherfuckers
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| You cannot run with us
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| You cannot--you cannot run with us
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| Nah, you are a bummer
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| You cannot run with us
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| You cannot--you cannot run with us
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| You’ve been waiting for the fall all summer
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| Pick, pick, pick 'em out
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| While their little light flick, flick, flicker out, huh
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| What they so sick about?
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| Couldn’t understand what they wouldn’t wouldn’t figure out
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| Ay. |
| you stick em up before the blix, fill 'er up
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| Go around the town, swing the dick around
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| Sticking out like a hitchhiker
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| Ain’t a damn thing like him, how I live
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| All these little p-p-p-p-puppies so sick, little victims
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| Sick Trim evict 'em, ay
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| What you gonna say, sound man?
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| This whole stage my playground, man
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| One man band, animal
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| That’s the thing about him
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| Now that I think about it, damn I’m a fucking problem (ugh)
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| Damage done (yuh) but it’s fun
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| They always going for the pump fake and the data dump
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| Batter up, fan 'em, add 'em up, tally man
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| They’re slipping on their own yellow bellies
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| I tell what you it is, not what you want to hear from me
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| Not what you want to hear from me
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| But I won’t lie to you
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| Nah, I won’t lie to ya
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| Flow moving like a Ryu hadouken
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| Ah you knew it, how you doing? |
| yeah I’m pukin'
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| On the tube is the mind pollution
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| I’m the work around, sonic youth distribution
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| Is that soothing what I brought up?
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| They’ve got stupid in an armada
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| But we know no realer
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| Four gorillas sunk your whole flotilla, killa
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| You cannot run with us
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| You cannot--you cannot run with us (Shut 'em up)
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| Nah, you are a bummer
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| You cannot run with us (Shut 'em up, shut 'em up)
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| You cannot--you cannot run with us (They don’t bring they own light anyway)
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| You’ve been waiting for the fall all summer
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| Shut 'em up, shut 'em up
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| Yeah, shut 'em up
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| They don’t say shit anyway (You've been waiting for the fall all summer)
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| Ain’t nobody need that old way (Nah, you cannot run with us, you cannot run
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| with us)
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| They don’t bring they own light anyway
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| They don’t bring they own light anyway |