| Blaq Poet
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| Wilding with the usual suspectz
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| I bust TECS, running with the goons and roughnecks
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| I’m here to get it in, and take the shit again
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| Not your regular rapper, rhyming and Ritalin
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| I’m on the rampage every damn day
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| No room for your bitch motherfuckers you can’t stay
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| 'fuck outta here, hit the ground running
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| You no it ain’t nuttin, I’m dumbin', dramas coming
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| Maniac on the mic, psychopath, I go first, I go last
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| Still rip shit in half (don't matter)
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| I’m here to read forever, I ain’t leavin'
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| Hundred miles per hour, speeding, fire breathing
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| I’m the monster under your bed
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| Keep the light on, if you sleep on me you dead
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| All the critics talk that I’m too mean
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| Or maybe it’s the way I hot spit a sixteen
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| This is Goonsville
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| In the hood where my dudes spill
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| If you don’t already know then you soon will
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| This is Goonsville
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| Where them tools kill
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| Another random body on the newsreel |