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[Kool G.
the motherfuckin magnificent
I'll even bag motherfuckers
See suckers like there was ten I
So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the - eight
Kool G. Rap's fate, and not your playmate
So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin that is dead
Tell it to the mortician
So get ready to let the led out, I'm niggaz dead out
and the back of your fuckin head out
Cookin better than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, I'm niggaz to the trauma center
Because I'm rollin with force, niggaz out the frame
like they was pictures of a that I divorced
Boss, so come on nigga, get wild and
I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get for child abuse
your bitch can get it nigga
I shove the of a nine up her behind
and pull the trigger
Goin Psycho like Bates, G. you better sedate
Because lately niggaz ain't to take me
It a man in the land that can stand G. Rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the
get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck with the AIDS
Cause I set em up wet em up sprinkles
And put niggaz to sleep longer Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the shit, the the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's
Good luck, another hood
I kick you so far up ass I get my motherfuckin foot stuck
See I to give niggaz more than a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the damage
Cause I'm and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
and triggers up, to them golddiggers
So if you all over my dick like a rubber
My rap is so fat, I ? and ? ? blubber
You better duck, I'm a volcano when I erupt
you bitch-ass rappers'll get
And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn
left on death row, I let the gun go
bang blow motherfuckin brains out
But you need than detergent to get that motherfuckin stain out
I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's
When I pop shots, I lotsa dead mobsters
Put down the microphone unknown or famous
out of luck and I don't give a FUCK what your name is
Boy you split, cause I'ma house shit
My dick'll be if you niggaz
to put your money where your mouth is
Gassed up ass nigga, set it
when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
Now you could be a gold or a platinum
But deep down, you silly clowns know who's the hardest
Niggaz I watered down the quarter pound
cause my sound can be caught around
and the slaughter town
For the clowns got rounds worth of ammo
Play it again Sam, put on my jams, fuck a
I'm leavin lame niggaz dead
Aww fuck it, said