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Ladies and gentlemen, make some noooooise! |
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Aww shit, yeah |
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Y'all ready to get this shit started or what? |
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Aight, well I brought some friends with me too |
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Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back |
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I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks |
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Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black |
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out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack |
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Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin' |
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Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin |
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Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin |
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Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in |
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trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the show |
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has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring, whoa |
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What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin you out the do' |
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So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion to blow |
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Now stomp your fuckin feet 'til you get to squishin a hoe |
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It's pandemonium standin O when you see him, oh |
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Damn baby you look good, you're givin me wood |
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You should, pull over like a sweat-shirt with a hood |
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It's neck work, get her polly on, you and me both |
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Break bread while I'm coppin over this game to pinch a loaf |
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Now homie who's your favorite pain in the ass? |
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Who claims to be spittin the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed |
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In other words I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas |
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Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash |
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Went through 'em and laughed |
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Came back an hour after the accident and bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half! |
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So stop fakin the funk and start shakin your ass |
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Slaughterhouse in the house with the caucasian of rap |
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and Just Blaze on the track, what the fuck's more amazin than that? |
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I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you |
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Lump on your head designed by a bar stool |
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Designed by a cartoon |
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Before I need to be hired, Jimmy Io' fire Marshall |
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The 9 tucked against the linin |
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I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69'in |
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It's like Rick James is shootin up your house nigga! |
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FUCK YO' COUCH NIGGA! |
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You're screamin fuck the world with your middle finger up |
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While I'm over here shovin my dick in a hole in the mud |
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My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for murder |
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because I murdered her, so you can call me Nickel to O.J. to Glove |
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I got a Posse of Insane Clowns |
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Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds |
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Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune in mad cerebral |
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You on your last burrito! |
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(What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin |
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Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern |
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Slaughterhouse on FIRE, nobody touchin that |
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I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years |
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ahead of my mic peers, quite scary to look at a nightmare |
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Where my book at? I write fear in the heart of you tight squares |
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I harbor the art, of you nice swear (?) |
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Is that weird cause that made me hotter than my dear |
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Uncle Al's breath after polishin off his ninth beer |
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Homie chill, listen, I swear |
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I'm God, I give tracks a Holy feel, and they bite ears |
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I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? |
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Just waitin to be hooked to IV as (?) well when you look at my pee |
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And this joint, no exception, so just point a direction |
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And record the pig's oink, when I rip his intestine |
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This isn't just an infection |
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This won't go away with penicillin injections |
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Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit |
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seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it |
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Aw shit it, I did it again, when I lit up this pen |
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I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Eminem |
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So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgustin hook |
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I'm right here lettin the shottie pop, quick as a karate chop |
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Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop |
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Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop |
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Get your mommy knocked, and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped |
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I take your life to the ninth inning |
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A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin |
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I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny |
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I'll bite my bitch in the ass and watch her sit on my money |
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Man, all the bitches holla - they wanna drop my britches |
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then jaw on my dick and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala |
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I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas |
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As soon as I draw, get sent to Allah |
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Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun |
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I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn |
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I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con |
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A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam! |
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Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, at South Line |
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We do it to try to do without tryin |
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(Slaughterhouse!) Cause to it's us it's so easy |
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Where's, Jumpoff Joe Beezy? |