| Keep on, just keep fuckin' doin' it
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| Make me knock your whole fuckin' head off!
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| Somebody’s always starting shit that I’ma have to finish
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| In my life I’m like a land mine and you a dancing menace
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| Always stepping all up over me, pushing all my buttons
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| Talk a million words up in my ear and never saying nothing
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| Always wanting something outta me and never giving back
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| Never caring that you bother me, you oughta get a slap
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| My blood pressure’s high enough to kill me as it is
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| I’m running with the Shore they can hear you all up in my biz
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| Aggravation, agitation, my levels rise
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| When I unload and finally explode, don’t act surprised
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| Like you never seen it coming, all my warning whistles blowing
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| Anger growing, no controlling, when I’m steamrolling
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| I get mad! |
| (I'ma fuck you up)
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| It’s me and you motherfucker! |
| (I'ma fuck you up)
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| You done fucked up now! |
| (I'ma fuck you up)
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| And I’mma fuck you up (I'ma fuck you up)
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| Smack your head against the wall hard a couple times
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| Pick you back up off the floor and throw you into the blinds
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| You fly right out through the window but then I jump out behind you
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| Kick you in the fucking gut and face when I find you
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| There’s commotion, people gather watching you get hurt
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| Witnessing me stomp your whole head into the dirt
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| They tell me «that's enough» and step in, that’s when I draw my weapon
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| Joe Bruce Lee with nunchucks like this is Game of Death
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| I’m splitting skulls so quick, it’s like they barely seen it happen
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| They grab they head with both hands trying to stop it from cracking
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| Cause when I lose my cool and blow my top that’s all it takes
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| Me and you my foot in your neck until something breaks
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| They hit me with a tranquilizer dart and shocking me with tasers
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| But still I’m throwing kicks and punches faster than lasers
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| Fifteen coppers on me like a mini fucking army
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| They can’t harm me cause I’m madder than a mutant zombie
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| One by one I throw em off me like a raging gorilla
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| Pissed off like a rattlesnake, roaring like Godzilla
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| And flipped they cars over, somehow got away clean
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| And didn’t show my painted face again until the Gathering |