(Intro) That's him there, I can't really stand him I don't him at all a mean...
(Verse 1) mean... and vicious! I can't he's that rude To those stories, those rhymes, Jew Then he put 'em on the floor like cat (meow) Then put 'em on the like glue Then put 'em on ya head hat Hey to you, Lu Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a barrel full of powder Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep, Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep I can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I seekin' Somewhere to hide it, Duck and dive from it But it keep, keepin' up just when I that I've done it It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' of black powder How that keep reachin' us? Just one of the long extended metaphors of Lu's This time I use the example of a fuse to How I can't lose, I would put it but I can't Due to the glue that I use to everything together I spill some on my hands and god damn! I have to carry this forever Well I'm crazy to the game 'til bury me, insane!
(Chorus) There was a boy that grew up on the west side of Chicago his hat to the left side Wasn't in a but he was prone to bang his thang, doin' his thang There once was a boy grew up on the west side of Chicago liked his hat to the side Wasn't in a but he was known to bang Now he's his thang, doin' his thang
(Verse 2) Truthfully I have trouble second verses 'Cause the first one be so It be pickin' on it instigating Pointin' out all the second one's like, You ain't but an imitation like bits of bacon then he gets the chorus and the to get together Then they all gang up on 'em and get to But then that 8th bar he tires of it so they conspire and and he finds his inspiration To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons back on beat, then punches the guitar They in awe like, When did you write They right black First verse already happened so he don't a chance to fight back I that! Abignail Junior, me You respect me, aight track? to 'em, feelin' himself Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up Let's it up I think you've had Gimme my mic You ain't write that Oh it's that? Track stop pumpin' til this nigga stop Yeah, yeah now write
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(Verse 3) Oh my God! My and my odds! I ain't really what you hear is a mirage! This ain't the delivery baby, this is Lamaze The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El The camouflaged in the distance, a camel to get there with a quickness, mean and vicious Grinch who stole Christmas, and hid it in the That was a collage, a barrage all things that seem keen To this thing start Jump jump! My battery I'm bout my green string beans and beings from Mars It's a mean thing to be seen ours Got that F and F on me, I'm a lil thrilla I will homie, come back for my killa In some disheveled apparel that same leakin' barrel, it's on!
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mean... and vicious!