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Yo,(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) ay yo turn the heads and the up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
Super MC, you know I mean
Bugz (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA), and all that, all that shit
You know what I'm sayin, with the cars, Eminem

Chauvinist pig, drove in Big Lincoln
Till it went over the
Jumped out and in the ditch
Broke in a mobile and stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the note for the kids
I'ma go for your
a body blow for your ribs
While clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your girl showed me your
she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have of ya get did
Burning incense, a murder sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing
While I sit in rooms doing 'shrooms
Having of dead pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage
I'm from the shitty that look like the city dumps
Give you a punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the
With a one hundred dollar jumper, in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's
She came home screamin a bunch of jumped her...

Ay yo
Proceed to list em, there's no need to em
The Heathen, destroy your whole breathing system
Twist em like beer caps, who wants to that
Rap, murder rates, and I snap
Collapse further states, my track tha grave
Your deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake
i'll kill you like AID's infested nuts
I'm vendetta like seven great-molested sluts
Calling me your bitch you need to stop
Reality, one on one how many times you got
I'm cut when any track runs, conscious when i smack nuns
the rough neck that makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the sermon
Burning MC's most wanted by Kefa
You to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, hittin with Sonny Bono
I kick without a dojo, slow flow
down your mother ship and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle blades with the
Nigga tried to go pop, and they minute made
My lieutenant your brigade, and trampled your flow
Big P, the reason MC's canceled shows
The truth will hurt, see Proof will your shame in it
The best part of your is when you put my name in it
My be, godly, fearin shit hardly
So I when I'ma die, I dope like Chris Farley
that

Who run shit, watch drums hit
You dove first into some old dumb shit
a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask girl, she knows the scoop "don't fuck with Bugz bitch"
I'll chop off her titti, you sucking one tit
Them belly niggas is who you run with
Making half ass songs, snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't it one bit
You can a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some
And not a damn one that I can't out-wit
I admit, that my is unfit
For baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit arsony, get harm
You pull the switch, I'll stab you in your armpit (BITCH!)
Now who the nit-wit come get with
egotistic, hip-hop fundamental-istic
Don't risk it, you'll get your split
Now keep distance, and keep existence
I'm persistent when it comes to bent
I smoked a blunt my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to you're senseless
Yo bitch! pay my bill that's where the your rent went
Fuck

Dreadknaughts]
I killed competition, with no way out as an
Execute the passengers on the flight by decision
Then on how shady the business
Terrorists axed by Israelis when they
Bombed in the
World war 3 in the making, murdered the exhibition finish
Beat the ref
No extended play papers over your intermission
And the battlefield with the blood of Christians
Cryin for the messiah, but he don't
I pop my wig when I top the stove frame sizzling
A pyromaniac cook, I do to kitchens
Home Depot, I demolition
When I home improve, be there to fix it
For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition *COUGHS*
Only out with rappers with explicit lyrics
And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you get eaten??

Dreadknaughts]
I got a full of troubles
in doubles
I buy my in couples
No to replace fumbles
MC's come and MC's go, we both flow
Injured from to toe
No fit a model, we full
You stuck in low, to master flow
Everything is tactical, living
Watch master flow, and let go
I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a
Making it a chance to see my could get you wet like fibs, what
Applying death-defying feats, maintain to keep my
Flow like to see, I release these beats over concrete

Dreadknaughts]
My presidental transitions has place
As I spread vocally on the
Power he's not equality, I deal unless the
the track and made it real, I know my feel it
Keep their heads bobbin, and the sobbin
Plus a cultural after show, hoes slobbin
Knobs, love the flavor of the icing
I'm precision, my double edge continue slicin..