| M starin in a mirror but mostly I laugh
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| I’m lookin at the picture of a sociopath
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| Hope to get first, now hopefully last
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| Dope rap, I’m known for doin dope in the past
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| Like floatin down the river on a opium boat
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| But I’m a wild animal I go for the throat
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| I’m a big bad wolf with a big black Glock
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| And some real dark thoughts yellin, «Open the door!»
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| I punch people in the face comin down the staircase
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| Wander down the hall with the can of bear mace
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| AY! |
| I’ve been a killer since the Wu-Tang Clan
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| Personality is colorful like Toucan Sam
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| I’m a crazy cat, Sylvester damn
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| I got two big guns Yosemite Sam
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| I used to work birds like Tweety
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| Speedy, Gonzales livin in a palace
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| Tripped and fell down the rabbit hole and met Alice
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| 5 years later now I’m back for the challenge
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| Still rip up shows like Tasmanian Devil
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| If some punk jump up I’m blastin my heavy metal
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| And I still live in Van' but I’m movin soon
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| All my homies on the streets fuckin Loonie Tunes
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| But I’ll be back, back and forth with no error
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| Enforcin terror in a Porsche Carrera
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| Through Vancouver to Los Angeles archangels
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| Dark strangers, blacks and caucasians
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| (Man we crack skulls, make deep lacerations
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| Crack a Red Bull and drag 'em back to my basement)
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| We fly through the air like Iron Man
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| Crack you in the head with a fryin pan
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| Can’t fuck with my team, we are iron clad
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| I’m on fire man, call the fireman
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| Whether crawlin up the wall like Spider-Man
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| Or lyin on the floor poppin vitamins
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| Yup, real hip-hop we supplyin fans
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| We on fire man, call the fireman
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| All right, I keep my knife in the black leather sheath
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| Real sharp, blade (Dagger Mouth), (Armed to the Teeth)
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| I can’t draw but I’m raw when I’m drawn to the beat
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| It’s like Saw Part 1, I’ll make you saw off your feet
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| What the fuck is defeat? |
| I’m undefeated like a shoe store
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| Runway, one way street, take a detour
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| Plastic bag over your face hard to breathe through
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| Preview attract and download the album
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| X marks the spot like my first name was Malcolm
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| Make you sing the blues like a prison in Folsom
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| Spit a burnin ring of fire, watch the flames engulf em
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| My theory very logical but we use ProTools
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| Fuck with us you’ll be a dead man, a corpse in the soundbooth
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| And ain’t nobody hear you, close the door make it soundproof
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| My pattern very classical like Herringbone and Houndstooth
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| ICP, R.E.P., bright evil clown suit
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| Ice cold water in a bottle when I drowned you
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| Beat side, homicide unit try to find you
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| Burnin sound turn around my dude’s right behind you |