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I'll take you from He-Man to Cat to Kringa Medieval messanger, west coast Take you to the street, battle me a fuckin sin Go one wit Madchild, you'll be suckin wind Snappin just from deconcentration Then I broke out the bus, the mental patients On the weekend pass, but I come sick Psychopathic, dealin wit a deranged lunatic (right) to kick ya teeth in and then go bezerk Even Van looked at me, and said "You're one piece of work" So I "Lend me an ear" 'cause I'm the state of the art First I'll feast on your brain and rip body apart There's a part of heart stuck in between my fangs Wrap a rope your neck and you still couldn't hang 'cause you're way off track you need Murdering masterpieces in confinement
I your backside open like the English Channel I the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel I'll your panel, put my foot up in your anal You think it can't happen, kid 'cause I'm no gun clappin, cut the jaw-jackin Let the joints get shot and see who wear this Then kick off your shoes off my jock And check the new Whitey Ford's prune to rock 'cause once a time, not long ago Before hip hop was for the radio An MC show had to cold the masses Used to wear a Kangol wit the Gazel glasses So bang bang boogey, up the party Someone clapped off, and everybody Drunk off Bacardi, high off the It's death from above, the livest bomber In the squadron, I formation I get New York love my name's King Sun I T La Rock Bells they break the dawn Steady puff L's, I fight hell Spawn My are animated, my crew's reinstated While you cats are up in my deminsions We can ease tensions or we can get So keep it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie
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