| Rock on, wit cha bad self
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| I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage!)
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| Rock on, wit cha bad self
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| I rock on with my bad self cause it’s a must
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| It’s the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust
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| So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap
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| And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap
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| Cause I’mma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
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| When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine
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| Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a
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| This grand diva’s runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a
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| Lyrical murderer… I’m servin em like two scoops of chocolate
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| Check it how I rock it
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| I’m the one that’s throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo
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| To find out I’m the number one solo, uhh
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| The capital R-A now take it to the G-E
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| I bring the things to light, but you still can’t see me
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| I flow like a monthly you can’t cramp my style
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| For those that try to punk me here’s a Pamprin child
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| No need to say mo', check the flow
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| Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know
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| I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage!)
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| Rock on, wit cha bad self
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| I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage!)
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| Rock on, wit cha bad self
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| Now I’m hittin' MC’s like Hadouken *Street Fighter sound*
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| Ain’t no doubt about it I’m the undisputed
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| So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up
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| I’ll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks
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| So put your money on the bread winner
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| I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call 'em head spinners
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| I got the tongue that is outdone anyone
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| From the rising to the setting of the sun
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| Or the moon, I consume the room with doom
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| When I hear the kick of a 808 bass … POOM
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| BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM!
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| I’m hittin so hard you could say it’s a grand, slam, dunk, punks
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| Get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk
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| Of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em
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| Let it hit em, split em, did it now I’m rid of em, yeah
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| I put that on my unborn kids
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| Rage in effect so you know how it is
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| I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage!)
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| Rock on, wit cha bad self
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| I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage!)
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| Rock on, wit cha bad self
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| Now ever since my debut, I’ve continued to lay you
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| Flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit
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| Ohh shit, I’m the shit!
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| You can’t get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie
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| I pi-ty the fool, that gets
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| With the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!)
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| You wanna get with the wickedness? |
| With that
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| Big bot-ty that’s kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason
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| You’ll be, chasin a dream like Freddy
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| Are you ready for the cream de la creme?
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| I’m steam pressurin those who ain’t measurin up
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| I keep competitors stuck
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| In the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up
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| Like cashew, don’t you know that I will mash you? |
| For real
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| That’s the deal, I’m straight out of Farmville, VA
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| (So what you gotta say?)
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| I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage!)
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| Rock on, wit cha bad self
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| I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (Rage!)
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| Rock on, wit cha bad self
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| Huhh
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| I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?)
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| I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
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| I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?)
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| I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
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| I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?)
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| I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
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| I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?)
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| I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
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| Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest
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| Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
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| Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah)
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| Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!)
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| Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest
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| I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!)
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| Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo'
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| The indo blow and the grass grow
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| Snoop Doggy Dogg still don’t love a ho
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| But you gotta give credit when credit is due
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| Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl
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| The Lady of Rage
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| She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs
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| Handcuffed and she busts
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| And trick biatch, she’s guaranteed to tear shit up
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| Y’know what I’m sayin? |