| It’s the marksman, armed with bars that scar from yards in Foul-mouth Latino, the Dark-skin Cartman
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| Startling frauds, Skin 'em for probable cause
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| Spit and I topple the gods, gimme applause, when my part starts to resolve
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| Hearts’ll dissolve because my love’s acidic
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| I’m urgin a bum to mimmick this
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| surgical tongue precision I’ll burn him for fuckin with it Your sternum gets punched in and it’s crushed to ribbons
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| I snuff these timid thugs in denim
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| with tons of gimmicks of drugs &women, I’m done beginning
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| I hunt for limits and I snipe 'em
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| Hung Mother Nature, from the family tree
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| now Father time thinks I don’t like him
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| Let’s try some Isometric points of view
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| Why do decrepit boys like you lie and profess their flow’s improved?
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| When I be rippin’it better than any of you can — regularly
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| So, why don’t you just give up?
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| Cause most of y’all niggaz will never get better than me
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| I’m indedbted to these cats like QN5 that set ex&les
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| With original flows, over these digital lows and snare s&les
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| There’s &le proof, we’re hard to take
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| It’s evident when cats tremble in our presence
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| like epileptics doing the Harlem Shake
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| Your ART is fake, and it’s troubling, yo There’s kids who think the underground just started with Company Flow
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| Now we’re stuck with these shows
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| With 14-year olds and poser herbs
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| Claiming their emcees, dropping their fumbled attempts at spoken word
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| Who don’t deserve the recognition, but they’ll take it Cause when you had the chance and you didn’t say shit. |
| you embraced it It’s a basic truth, The Plague’s the crew
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| We’re that anxious group of tasteless dudes
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| that come to your show and can’t wait to boo
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| Cause you overdo it, you feel me yet?
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| Rocking a doorag with a headband and a cap that was fitted for Timmy’s head
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| You silly bitches, it’s time for the detox
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| Copycat rappers act like you got stock options at Xerox
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| You’re shocked like you never planned to get caught?
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| Ignorant dick, don’t know if Neptunes a planet or not
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| Faggots! |
| You’re hot under the collar
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| like catholic fathers with they hands on their cocks
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| Asking a kid if he’s a fan of the rock
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| I demand that you watch me, dismantle your block
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| See, I can’t ever stop because man never thought
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| That he would develop a gift that would give him
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| an understanding as he was taught
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| We’ve amassed the assault
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| leave your ashes dissolved from burning
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| QN5 Motherfucker, Tonedeff is the name — learn it! |