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I got the skills to pay the
I don't pop pills but I chills
Up spine when I rhyme
I get wicked you got a booger it
Sippin' on the forty ya know it me horny
Spread them legs, my ax
Fire up the and crack the kegs
Nobody fear the here
Everlast is comin', the drummer's drummin'

You only came to make the front page
To get me up or get yourself knocked up
But I ain't it even if I did it
I got a hundred homeboys to say I hit it
My name's Ever last, I got the rhymes
I make papers than the LA Times
I don't do lines, but I blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stuff

Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of
If ya don't know me, homey, up off me
'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly
You wind up dead, you your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, bother tryin' it
my advice, homeboy, think twice
Before you up, step back or catch a smack
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back from the dead with the shaved head
Don't start to trip, dip, I brought my
in case you wanna fuck around
I'll stare ya dead in the face and then buck ya down
put ya six feet deep, some say talk's cheap
But I make big bucks servin' up punk
By the pound, I got the
I never been checked, I get wrecked

I kick the willy drag, let my sag
give up the booty 'cause I ain't no fag
Checkin' out it, I'm prone to wreck shit
If ya dig this joint, the next shit
I'm Everlast and a natural fact
That the white man is

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eat you up like some butter cups from Reese's
I come in peace, but you'll in pieces
how I'm livin', that's how it goes
Everyday I'm sleepin', every I'm doin' shows
gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got
Always wear my hat so I never need a
Always drink a beer before I write a
And if I have to drive I avoid the one

Stay between the lines and I get pulled over
I need luck 'cause I got a four leaf clover
Yeah, I'm Irish, to the motherland
But on the hand
I love America, pie, mom and all that
My pockets stay phat, step the fuck
Play me close and you catch a mean of my fist
Homeboy, you get

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