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Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get
Huh, straight out the box,
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, i

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You the wrong scuffle
You a chrome buckle
I niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
the sick verbals
My shotty a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six
infamous menaces
I'm to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the
g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin'
all about crooked
These bitches crooked
I'll make you say the west ain't shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, get disabled
When I'm spittin' written on project kitchen tables
I load 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you fucc this?
Let's get kurupt the to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker!? !

Terror starts, in the midst of heart, starts
The storm, my vocals like arts
In the state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every the same time
With audio amputations, vocal of a loud talker
Up against the microphone stalker
With a of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my get clearer
Extra-terrestrial terror
In effect, get
me what the fucc you expected
These venemous
I leave sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and
I select the methods of slow
I mangle with my language
Tell me, have you ever one elope
With the
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs
Baboom, alone in my own
So don't me to none
Not nearly
Severe, 'cause I severely, mcs
Near me, and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching
With no knowledge on how to

Yeah, back in effect, it don't
Turn speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin'
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust shots up in the sky screamin'
niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be
I'm the rough cut, plus how the was won
Or direct descendant of the gun
test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That ain't a threat, a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound through
I found that you and yours, can never wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds
It's to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my is platinum plus
My kurupt

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all fucc wit' that

That's what I'm about
West coast, we been doin' this for years
Aint happenin' wit' that

(don't up)
Right,
(don't step up, unles you get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what I'm talkin'
Daz
(don't step up, unless you get hurt)
it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed battlecat's scratching)

can't fade this shit