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Lemme you now
I to bring the pain
Hardcore the brain
Let's go inside my astral

Find out my based on instrumental records
Hey, so I can write monumental
I'm not the king but niggas is
I 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can shit
Get than your fists
And is mad pissed
it

In your cross color, clothes are crossed
Now ya totally crossed out and Kriss
Who the boss? get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the force, of

the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic and for that headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two in a bucket
want the ruckus?

Yo bust it at me, son, now it
Styles, I get wild
Method Man, on shit
nigga's foul, son, I'm sick

Insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm

Is it real, son? Lemme it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's

Load it up and one
Load it up and one
Load it up and one
If it's real

When I was a little
I used to be the
I always when I will be the number one
Hey, hey, hey, now you listen to me, Dacron,

And all you niggas come and me, test me
I'm gonna lick out your
Brothers wanna hang the meth, bring the rope
'Cause the way you hang is by the neck, nigga, pump off a set

Comin' all your projects
Take it as a threat or yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar I'm on it

And get even worse
Word to god, the Wu
Comin' through, takin' 'fore they're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone,

Movin' to your
I came to represent and carve my name within chest
You can come test, it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old West

on the draw with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those goddamn monkey rhymes
it 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes
Be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof

No, O.J.
No, no,
When you it to me, yeah
Give it to me raw, I
Give it to me raw, I burn hairs

I don't no chemical blow to pull no ho', no
All I is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real, son? Lemme know real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three,

one
Fuck it up and one
it up and kill one
Lemme it's real