| You know it’s Tonedeff & PackFM
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| Came through to bomb the nation
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| Don’t Fall for imitations or rhyming abominations
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| We’re sorry we kept you waiting
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| But glad you had the patience
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| Cause it’s worth it for (A Good Combination)
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| We’re like Boom-Bap and BackPacks, Krylon and fat caps
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| Thug cats that pack gats, BMI and ASCAP
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| Now where the fuck my cash at? |
| Dow Jones and NASDAQ
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| Bad luck and black cats, Bad guys and black hats
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| Like Cupid to card stores, Lucas to Star Wars
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| Han & Chewbacca, and Kaufman to Latka, Breakers moving on cardboard
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| Cartman & candy, markers and tagged streets, Marvel & Stan Lee
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| Carson, McMann, even Austin Powers & Bad Teeth
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| Nah we’re like Fred and Daphne, Velma Shaggy and Scooby
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| Cole slaw, Mashed potatos and a biscuit with your 2 piece
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| Popcorn and movies, MC’s and loose leaf
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| Headwraps and Couffies, Woodstock and Snoopy
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| Like Rick Baker to Poncho, we that unlimited combo
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| Like skinny women and Cosmo, Chickens & Gonzo
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| Diggin & Fossils, Syphilis and brothels, Bitches & Thongs go
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| Hand in hand like Scalpers and Tickets to Rock Shows
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| We be the head honchos, We got hoes in the whip giving hot dome
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| On the way to Roscoes Chicken and Waffles
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| We got mad cheddar, stayin dipped like nachos
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| You can’t afford a ride, you just go around takin pictures at car shows
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| I don’t even know her *why she in the car tho*
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| Fuck it, in today out tomorrow
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| Movin mad units out the store, like puttin ducktape over the barcodes
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| Don’t let me catch my lines caught on ya teeth
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| Honestly, I’m at war with these pussies, rocking a condom and army fatigues
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| I Knew something was fishy, when your girl’s all out her jeans
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| Bothering me, rockin a flowerprint padded bra on her knees
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| Pardon me, please. |
| I'm fuckin silly with barbs over beats
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| You know your ass never bargained for T, nigga, Toss your receipts
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| Kids never admit to an honest defeat
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| So, I walk with a hidden camera to serve you, so I can send you a copy for free
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| We come together like 5 lions forming the voltron
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| Holmes & Watson, Doors & Knobs and Holes & Cocks and Hotels post prom
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| Silent Bob & Jay, Tylenol and aches
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| Willis & Arnold, Alyssa Milano with… none of her clothes on
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| Burt and Ernie, Robin and Bat Man, Lavern and Shirley
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| Moe Larry and Curly, Jake and the Fat Man
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| A bag of chips and soda pop, Quark Xpress and Photoshop
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| Decepticons and Autobots, *Rock On* and ya don’t stop!
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| Pokey & Gumby, Mulder & Scully, in charge like Charles & Buddy
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| Heckle & Jeckle to Sideshow Bob & Krusty
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| Rhymes & Drum Beats, Mathau & Lemon when they was old & grumpy
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| Pacino, Deniro, Mr. Flava Flav & Chuck D
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| Sagat and Bison vs. Ryu and Ken
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| And just in case by now you haven’t figured it out
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| Ya girls favorite combo, is my dick in her mouth
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| Fred & Barney, Gleason & Carnie
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| Jack, Chrissy & Janet, or Pee-Wee & Jambi
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| Ravers to X, Las Vegas to bets, onto virgins and locked knees
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| Kirk & Spock with a starfleet, Apollo & Rocky, to Xerox and copies
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| Incentive.Pack & Tonedeff, back up off us
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| Inventive.Got our own branch at the patent office
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| The Famm is extended, highly recommended
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| On record, second only to red when it comes to rockin with method
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| Man, I’m bringin the pain, come fill in the blanks/ (shit is deranged)
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| Overcast shows, then kick you out with an umbrella for you to go sing in the
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| rain
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| Go listen anything else you were playing, go bet if it isn’t the same
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| We’re still in the ranks! |
| They got you gassed, but we got 'em spillin their
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| tanks
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| (Tone, you’re killing it) .Thanks
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| We come sharper than a ginsu, *Even slices through a thin shoe*
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| Hit you in the grill with more combos than a value menu
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| The tag team specialist, my Plague fam extension is
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| Sending a fuck you with a smile, I hope you share the sentiments
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| So when you know its me, Better run like cheap hosiery
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| Efamm and The Plague, I roll with more clicks than a rotary
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| So now we back in this bitch, yall makin me sick
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| 48 inches of wax — my track record’s as long as my dick! |