| Hey Predator, what do you say?
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| Did you land a girl half your age?
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| Hey Predator, what do you say?
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| The tables are turned, now you’re the prey
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| Taking out the trash
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| Leave it on the front porch step
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| Thought you were god
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| Bitch you’re just a lost prophet
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| And I’ll stop dropping names
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| When you stop using fame
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| To prey on pretty little girls like a sick fucking game
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| What can you pull with the leverage you got?
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| You’re in the limelight now, but the cameras flashing for your mugshot
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| Smile, blue ribbon for the P.I.G
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| Take him out to the slaughter house, it’s time for you to D.I.E
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| Hey Predator, what do you say?
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| Did you land a girl half your age?
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| Hey Predator, what do you say?
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| The tables are turned, now you’re the prey
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| Write a rhyme not a pick up line, punk
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| Give me that pen
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| I don’t want to hear a verse about you and a girl
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| And how she is your new best friend
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| Oh how it’s «Hard to handle» the heat from your scandal
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| Couldn’t wait for an 18th candle, now I’m gonna make you an example
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| It’s crazy how sympathetic people are with your ways
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| You should have been a lawyer, ‘cause you can talk for days
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| Smile, blue ribbon for the P.I.G
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| Take him out to the slaughter house, it’s time for you to D.I.E
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| Can’t hide in your brick house pussy
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| Can’t hide in your brick house pussy
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| Hey Predator, what do you say?
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| Did you land a girl half your age?
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| Hey Predator, what do you say?
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| The tables are turned, now you’re the prey
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| Hey Predator, what do you say?
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| Can’t hide in your brick house, Pussy
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| Hey Predator, what do you say? |