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WELCOME 2

Yeah (yeah), you we'd be back (told you we'd be back), welcome to hell (welcome to hell)...

There's a I flip emotions cut off, so cold I done froze my butt off
and this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet, it's like squirtin' a squirt gun in the ocean- off!
other words, I ain't put a dent in the game compared to the I have yet to do
as long as you still have feelings to hurt, be around as long as you let me get to you
as long as I got two to palm, I'll be the bomb you just a false alarm
get scant little piss and see if I don't come along and stomp your farm
and lightening, rain hail sleet with a tornado's the kind of brain storm I get
so when wind starts blowin', shit talk about goin' in? Goin more like it
wizard of words when he hazardous with it, like a disastrous blizzard
so you better listen quick fast or miss it, yeah go little prick bastard dis it
but you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow don't ask how much of his passion is it
that in, it just know that all he know is, that it's better to kick ass than kiss it
Dick Dastardly of audacity, mental unmatched it has to be
stopped but it be, but man i can't just keep doin' 'em like that or no one 'll rap with me
one, you ask who is it?

Guess who just came through the blast you
With the ratchet the book of Mathew, a book of matches lightin' 'em under linen
you about to have to admit it, pass you the mic ask you to spit it
and you got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands, I'm sure they gonna laugh when you to the bathroom wit it
now wit what, would you come us better be
somethin' a big foot pedigree
these are the reasons that we need to be in ya'll prayers
each region breeds the MC's that wanna be them means that they wanna breathe our air
with these
anybody thinking the game don't need, the Bad and the Evil regime, like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn't need Isaiah...

Shit piss and bleed this it's a breed of MC's I swear
better beware there's too much at stake and to find someone this raw on a beat is
you can kiss my ass and shit stains out my underwear that I don't wear...

It's gotta' be no fair, like hitting the lottery, oh yeah
who you hotta' there gotta' be no pair
shotty that I got 'ol your hair
classic smash it smother it, read it and weep then perhabs you will have no in
fact you seein' me in rappin' is like sayin' Tlla Tequila can sing like Jazmine Sullivan

Back to bash skull again
push a out the Aspen and tell her "get the fuck outta dodge" (Dodge Aspen)
shouldn't have to explain my metaphors you has beens are than
color books that ain't colored in, second and fourth wind got another wind
here they come again, other than Bad and Evil also known as Saddam and Osama Bin
it's been a long time but I bet that neither one of us have sicker than we do right known
and we only get iller with time me, and Nickel shit up on a dime, so telliin' us to pipe down's
talkin' to a meth head, Bruce Willis on his death bed last breath with an infection
fightin' it while he's watchin' internet 'bout to meet his death with an errection
my God, what I mean is David Carradine jackin' his in front of his tripod
chokin' his own neck, what part you don't I'm sayin' I die hard!

When you to my bars, nothing but the f-ir-
e, coming out your iPod, we come up in the place chicks heads start like motherfuckin' white walls

Gotch your mother my balls, while we fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs
and I never I'm

The 5'9 and the fire Marshall, we spit an intensity to shut shit down
in the industry two different entities with a propensity to put these n-u-t's up inside of your fuckin' mouth...Aw shit. Stop it. Yo, to the CD.