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Look into the
Rum to the

But at I come in triple
Blaow, blaow put the heater to your
Now dead
Wyclef give a *beep* if you're dead
Raaaaah,
Let me attack just like the cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, the map
Hooo, got to go for backup
To do what you do
So you'll be with France CU
in your crew is mafo heat
Put the in your tea
And kill the toad, But I'll be back the centipede
I'm on new technique, drunken bamboo
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews
Competition, for the rap man
Losers check tooters
While I'm suckin' on girls hooters
Don't macho, while you got the gun
if you got to reload
Wyclef the
heads can't handle it
I'll bring it to you
Only if you it
Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R
[C'mon check out my
The W-Y-C-L-E-F,
Through any
I'm
Still keep it real, if you will and
your skills, not by how many shells you peel

I'm a bring the ruckus
Play the
rednecks make me no bother
Time time, ask Cyndi Lauper
Boss, you don't to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's proposal
Uphold two-fold, the is disposal
utensil, false idental
I autograph my lyrics with a 2 pencil

I'm the L, you pull it
to the head
With the of a bullet
Cuttin' jokers off at the gullet
Lyrical sedative, keep niggas
rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
Dreams of

To galaxy

Be microphone, but get lifted
I'm gifted
Burn on in the roach clip (it)
Henders,
sender
So frequently your nerve belong to me
Wrongfully you put me down not the full capacity of my smoke
Wack choke
From the fumes that I
Or shit
See even I the mahogany L
Natural
Turning to men again
With estrogen
Release blues, yellows and
Brownsville to Queens

I creep a theif, no doubt the man's swift
I'm more than Lee Van Cleef
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man
[We know where to
And start flakin' dandruff
C'mon son my steelo's
by far I'm the best producer on the mic
Born to write, analytical
With and leave lyrical incisions