| Yo, look at all the scavengers
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| All wannabe contenders
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| Dismember, wack niggas I intend ta
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| Y’all ain’t shit but sticky shit
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| On the bottom of Timber-lands
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| I know you clam heads wanna surrender
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| Don’t even act like the battlefield the place you wanna enter
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| Yo niggas is hopeless, you really need to focus
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| On who’s the fuckin dopelist or wind up hopeless
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| Lookin for some soup, tryin to recoup
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| Some fuckin loot, only thing you get is the boot
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| To me these punk MC’s is nothin but fruit
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| Cakes, shake they booty on stage and get head
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| With lyrics that I kick, talkin that bullshit
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| You might get lit like a front of a spliff
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| For runnin, off at the lips talkin that nonsense
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| Raw get on stage, take your confidence
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| Break you off since powerful defense *fades* |