| Yo Don!
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| I got a white… mask
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| A black cape, two pair of silver gloves
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| And nobody know who I am
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| I will not take my mask off to reveal
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| Check it out but I’ma drop lyrics
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| You know what? |
| Hit it
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| Yo niggas wanna get in the backdoor, but fuck it
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| Rappers can’t rap a lick, chompin on other dick
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| I gotta do this for X, and make them brothers quit
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| Don’t try that sissy shit, that gettin busy shit
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| I bang a nail up in your dooty hole and booty quick
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| Rappers know me, I’m bugged, I chop your ass right
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| Take that body and bag it, then I’m out of sight
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| I got the F.B.I., not the F.O.I
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| Tryin to find the design, and take what underline
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| The pure facts on the stupid wicked wax
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| People they know, I’m out the hospital
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| Cold buggin and illin like Dr. Doolittle
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| You better walk up the street, now look around black
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| See that man on the street, who’s at the corner yea (8X)
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| Back to hell to the graveyard
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| With fog on the street, you see the Ghostrider homepiss
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| I walk down on your block and see you sleepin
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| Cold jump in your bed, and fuck you up, yea yea
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| Down with the X, I’m at the basement
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| Got the body and bag, up on the pavement
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| Cement I went, just hid em in the vent
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| I put the rappers upstairs and let em air out
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| Before the cops came, I cleaned the blood up
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| I called detectives in town and said yo whattup
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| I wasn’t home — somebody’s in my house
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| I took them rappers back out, up in a pickup truck
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| Think I’d tell on myself?
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| See that man on the street, who’s at the corner yea (10X)
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| Yeah
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| I’m not gon' reveal myself
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| Still standing here with this black cape on
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| White gloves, these big silver boots
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| Ain’t nobody notice how I fly, how high
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| So I’ll see you on the next issue
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| Catch me at the Forbidden Planet |