Why did you buy album? I know why you did You're Go ***
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with the vest screamin, "Shoot the DJ!" Doom clickin' over two chickens, in the five, a cork on the freeway Villain, a way to make 'em pay whatever we say
State intentions I really love tape but I hate your inventions Very well, you want, a brownie? He took off the and whispered, "Put me where you found me"
He kept his paper digits in a joined a rap, click midgets into crunk He did a solo on the Coulda sold a million, then the villain went for
And cited differences Basically hated, he left no jaded witnesses Rappers suck, when they spit, I 'em The crap sing about you'll wanna slap the *** *** outta 'em
Psst, time for no man On a blind date, a lover a slow chrome hand Judged him by his shoes, hot brogan Budged him with the news, called him Conan
No barbarian, a strict bear-atarian A sick of merry men The beat is like a swift kick in the end The *** made her lose her lipstick and hairpin
He said, "Damn, act like you me Even with the mask on, show me you owe me" Tell her brush her grill and her face and *** a homey Dumile got her like got Kagome
What we here is a failure to communicate If you gonna hate, might at least get your rumors Doom, the great, a lot more confident Came a long way since the we had to rhyme for rent
It was well spent, vented, spelt and dented Hell-bented and A wire is dead, in it for the cash flow I'd like to send a big up to Firehead
Let a brother know you lasso Hasbro So when he with Destro, he gets no hassle hardly get a word in And wonderin' what the damage is to retain Harvey
Yo, uh, Danger, it's me, old buddy, Shake Ah, I heard you're doin' a little project and uh, I hear you to some other people And I thought you were smarter than
But obviously, I am you know my rappin' is the *** I don't it out for free though So uh, I'll do it, feel free to me at my number, which you have