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We all weirdos, The ones your said wouldn't amount to fuckin zero Flaws in the laws, can't be by it Stalk through life with a defiance We all weirdos, The ones your moms said amount to fuckin zero So much hip-hop bullshit to cut And if you like it, well then fuck you!
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Outlawed, for disturbin the peace in I'm rollin with a crew that look fuckin sweathogs up strapped to hospital gurneys With a stage resemblin some "weekend at bernie's" Straight "the dead zone" with ten poems Of dead tomes, now gotta reinvent foes Since a child, my (? ) on That's why I filmed your with "girls gone wild"
Fuckin coward; I got and nuns lovin tower If it ain't about rap or pussy, I don't give a fuck it Written for written, you can't front, clan sucks Fuck it here, spit my written, I'll come off the head dandruff Searchin the trunk of your benz for money to I'll steal anybody especially one of my friends That double for that bitch you share your microphone with And those dumb to believe she writes her own shit You ain't no enemy, my are worse Got a with an endless verse To serve any emcee within this Whether kin to me, or since birth I'll kill you, hop in a jeep, rear-end your hearse sinister quotes Minutes before I slice minister's throat With a miniature So where my whores with open sores That want copywrite to marinate they vocal chords?