| Sing!
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| «Yeahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh.» |
| — «Yeahhhh-ayahhh-ahhhh!»
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| «YeahhhhhhhhAYY-ahhhhhh.»
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| I can do that!
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| «YeahhhhhhhhAYY-ahhhhhh»
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| It’s time for grillin, mentally killin!
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| Weak-ass brain cells I’m fillin
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| UP, but not with gas I use diesel fuel
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| Yo, the weasels never rule — COOL!
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| Chill out, take a pill out the pill bottle
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| Pain killer to the throttle!
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| Huddle! |
| Dwell about the movin
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| from the voice Tone puddle, stand in your own
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| beatdown, you went too FAR in your video
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| Brothers got hip to the flow
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| With the quickness, cause that’s the way it goes
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| against the thickness, now everybody knows
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| «Don't fall for the gas line.»
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| «Don't. |
| don’t.»
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| You should’ve thought about the name of your dancers (of your dancers)
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| Now it’s eatin you away like cancer
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| On the double, trouble is the only thing you’re makin
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| (makin) when your people equal bacon!
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| You should have KNOWN! |
| You’re not the one to try to teach
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| people you can’t reach!
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| Hear me, clearly, you are merely near me My mind’s a wheel try to steer me but you gotta take the right direction
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| In the mirror there’s no reflection
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| Cause you’re a devil, equal to the level of a zero
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| Yo, nobody’s hero
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| As time goes on, don’t be afraid to learn
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| Respect that’s somethin that you got to earn
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| You can’t achieve this, by wavin the pucker-up banner
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| I hear trouble on the scanner
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| Break it down
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| «Hear ye, hear ye.»
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| They say push it to the limit so I push a little harder
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| Like a surgeon, remove a part of your dome
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| as you tamper with each toy
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| But you forgot you were a bleach boy
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| I am who I am and that’s a fact
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| I couldn’t be somebody else I wasn’t born to act
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| That’s a statement, made by a couple of friends of mine
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| So I decided it’s time
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| To bring back the attack cause you slack and you lack
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| potential, which is quite essential
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| The word of the third is absurd and unheard
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| Facts came out twisted from the mouth of a nerd
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| So keep tattlin, there’s no need for battlin
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| I keep doin what I’m doin while you’re rattlin
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| So keep hissin, and shootin out venom
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| to the public, when it’s the truth I send them |