| Shut the fuck up!
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| Before you get bust the fuck up!
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| And you wonder why we all deny ya!
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| Cause you’re a motherfuckin' liar!
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| (You suffer from)
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| I don’t give a damn about what come out your mouth, fuck no
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| You ain’t comin' real with us, don’t chill with us, just go
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| The biggest I’ve ever seen, I mean everything I say
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| But you got U-R-A-L-Y-A!
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| Kill the shit, thinking like you got a feel for this
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| You’re not built for this
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| You’re comin' really foul and it smell like dead gefilte fish
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| Liar liar, you created
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| Why ya why ya get true negated
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| Just mutilated, through the latest
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| Silly sucka what you fuck up because you the sadist
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| Don’t do ya job like ya oughtta
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| I’m gonna beat ya like a pinata
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| Better yet I’m givin the devil a stigmata
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| Hit you with the hell of a Afrika Bambaataa (BOOM!)
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| Lay em on the ground
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| That’s what you get for playin on a clown
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| Sayin that my sound, they don’t wanna hear it, missed em
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| But I gave you money, to get the shit done!
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| I don’t wanna hear it from ya, spirit’s under
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| Attack attack, you’re the nearest one
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| To get fed up from raps racks and steal his numbers
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| Cause they DJ’s that truely hit
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| But they already gave in to a newbee bitch
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| And that’s booey ish, booey ish!
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| 8−1 say, «That's booty ish!» |
| (Yeahhh)
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| I don’t give a damn about what come out your mouth, fuck no
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| You ain’t comin' real with us, don’t chill with us, just go
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| The biggest I’ve ever seen, I mean everything I say
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| But you got U-R-A-L-Y-A!
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| You just told me that the DJs didn’t feel us
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| Instead of telling me I should have paid more skrilla
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| For the amount that we gave in to the loss, I should have killed ya
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| But I was busy rocking 20,000 in Roskilde (Roskilde)
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| Aw shit, off of me you made profit
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| Brand new Benz, you done copped it, bought your bitch a new locket
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| Came in talking that boss shit, now my bizz, you done lost it
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| But look how much it all costed, the music industry’s a hog bitch
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| Man, I really wanna kill them and in this business it’s hard to get your dough
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| When you kill a motherfucker the consequences they are predictable
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| Would you starve and quit to flow? |
| And it be hard to get the dough
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| But you’re barking chicks to blow, far more shit to show!
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| I don’t give a damn about what come out your mouth, fuck no
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| You ain’t comin' real with us, don’t chill with us, just go
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| The biggest I’ve ever seen, I mean everything I say
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| But you got U-R-A-L-Y-A!
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| You take our cake and we trust that you made
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| Hefty investments to get our shit played
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| Not being straight but straight slick is your trade
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| Watch who you jerk cause when jerked you get sprayed
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| Yeah.
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| Welcome to my Boiling Point, motherfuckers!
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| We put our trust in these motherfuckers and they suffer Uralaya disease
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| Fuck you motherfuckers!
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| I don’t give a damn about what come out your mouth, fuck no
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| You ain’t comin' real with us, don’t chill with us, just go
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| The biggest I’ve ever seen, I mean everything I say
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| But you got U-R-A-L-Y-A!
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| Hey, you, hope you, have a, happy, fuckin, samhain, festival, bitch, yes, N9ne!" |