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[books] gimme dat microphone
"one wrecks, the destroys" --> erick sermon (repeat 2x)
all 4x*

Oahh-kay, as we go and do it, do it like this
It's this and you don't stop
Word is bond when we
So i'ma get on, and swing it like this

Verse one: books,

You punk niggaz gel up, I swell up, spark the el up
By the way troop -- oops, I feel a new developing
So safety stellar, I'm not the baby on the level
I crush shins, the roughest hardrocks to pebbles

nigga, boo hops, you know my crew rocks, who wanna test me?
I'm next g, heavens to betsy, I sting like
Or coca, cola-swola, niggaz
When I fly up these bitch-ups, but y'all can dry up

I be the jibber-jabber, quick to make a nigga
Like rocka, blanka, I bake that ass like betty crocker, momma
You to stop in-filling your pockets off that pop *shit*
Ai yi yi my dreads, I I'm toxic

yo I'm cuckoo but not for cocoa, some say I'm loco
*fuck* around and a cap like mary buttafuoco
So you know, that i'ma you wit the drama
Slice em, dice em, and ice that ass jeffrey dahmer

gimme dat microphone
"one wrecks, the other destroys" --> sermon (repeat 2x)
all 4x*

Verse 2: books,

Tick tock, can I that cock up in your tummy dear?
I drop a ounce and then I bounce just like a bear
Be kickin it like the kicks the bucket dig it
Uhh, ah *shit*, now whatta I have to do to prove I'm
I wear my hair crazy like niggaz red and grady
Punks just serve up, like alice, serve the brady bunch

I em wheeze up, cause when I ease up, I eat mc's up
I leave em on their backs layin with they knees up
Eureka, musta speak uhh, re-aversin
No rehearsin I can flip it in and
Change em, em, supa-dupa
Faze em, daze em and blast that ass with days-in

[books] gimme dat
"one wrecks, the other destroys" --> sermon (repeat 2x)
all 4x*

Verse 3: skoob,

Well blow, me down, scott, I'm wilder than the rock
In the winter, man my 40 hit the spot
His pops is alvin, my sister's name is kitty
My rap was for like some silicon titties
Hiya, I it and there it goes my *? an? * abuse
My style is a child now it's fatter than roseanne's

Well check how i'ma it when i'm, droppin, this rhyme
Don't let me have to like op-ti-mus prime
Cause then i'ma to flip the script and get dready
Run laps around your *faggot* like mario andretti
I expand like spandex, my jam wrecks the ampex
You better be on the way before I'm doin you and ya man

gimme dat microphone
"one wrecks, the other destroys" --> erick (repeat 2x)
all 4x*