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Ever of Jason, then you know my work Down to the basement, the dog get it I can't help myself, my ain't my own The voices in my head just won't me alone Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels So no escape from the fate that awaits No one to the horror taking place
Yeah, now I'm on my way up the To the on my prey unaware Heads will be hung from the with care With hopes that the soon will be here I'm a
Yo, yo Fuck knocking, the door, evict the four out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor" You cake niggas, stay Lipton off Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Battle in session, what's up it? I talk like I walk a fucked up pivot Niggas scream out, "It's us bitches" shoot, out the phone booth
I aim at party, hit the wrong group, "Happy birth" Niggas done snap, runnin' back Ducking, walls, get thumbtacked So run laps, for I you Bust out the size, karate shoes, Doc Turn Velcro, when night Central park joggers, wear clothes Tae Bo, flo's lizard, centipede, snake I'm a killer, I'm a This is the of a cow
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I too much, I drink too much My crew don't give two fucks, about you ducks We here Shaolin', what, spontaneous combust I smoke a bag of dust, what a rush, cigar be the dutch Method Man and Redman, and Hutch I crush MC's can't niggas, niggas can't trust me I'm a
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