| Verse 1
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| Better call them coppers quick
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| You don’t wanna hear them choppers spit
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| Run up on em with a black component
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| Crack his dome for talking shit
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| Who the fuck he think he is?
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| I don’t know but he runs his lips
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| I’m gonna get em in a minute gonna put em in a little bitty box and tounge his
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| bitch
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| And I mean it
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| What I mean is
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| On the beat I’m a demon breathin
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| Red Dragon yup saggin dog from my pants to my penis
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| Extremist
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| When I’m the move better move and duck sucker
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| Be cool
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| Them Demigoons don’t give a fuck fucker
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| What about that dough you got?
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| What about that Rov you bought?
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| If anybody wanna bet you ballin bitch I’m all in no you not
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| Uh uh
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| I swear it
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| Your broke it’s
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| Apparent
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| Them S.O.B.s beastin the beat and I’m incoherent
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| Embarrassd, out smoked your parents can barely bare it
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| Their only son is a joke compared to the ranch he’s a carrot
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| A parrot mockin my sinister style with a Mary Poppins
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| All you hear is me cockin it back and it’s ch ch ch POW!
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| Chorus x2
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| Take that
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| Get the mask
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| Take that
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| Take the cash
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| Come and get ya face slapped
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| Yea boy ima bust that ass
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| Verse 2
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| Yea
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| When I get my hands up on this weapon best believe there’s mayhem
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| Taxodermy, wax a birdie, bully in this play pen
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| Zip his belly button to his face In position with the tanks
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| Gotta mention K-9 sniff em by the lakes
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| Whoa!
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| Supersonic, doo doo vomit, get ya fuckin crew demolished
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| See I grew my roots in music while you hoola hoop through college
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| Better wear some protective gear they don’t care bout ya record here
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| And if they do we wish you luck
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| Whoopdy whoop
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| Squish his guts
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| You don’t wanna get ya back sweaty put em in a jar and twist a limb
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| Slain with a red and black machete
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| Poor little boy was just a kid
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| Spread the news, tell a partner
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| Yea this beat is hella proper
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| Servin these stupid vermont
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| And ship em back to hell with out them
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| It’s a rap, sew his tissue, tell the ref to blow the whistle
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| Stash his helmet in his locker with a super soaker pistol
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| Get the missle
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| Get the gun
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| You don’t wanna see me one on one
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| Pick the mission here we come
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| In position what you want?
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| Chorus |