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WELCOME 2

Yeah (yeah), told you 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 gun in the ocean- fuck off!
other words, I put a dent in the game compared to the damage 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 balls to palm, I'll be the bomb you a false alarm
get scant piss ants 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 starts blowin', shit talk about goin' in? Goin insane's more like it
wizard of words when he hazardous with it, like a disastrous blizzard
so you better listen fast or miss it, yeah go ahead little prick bastard dis it
but when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow ask how much of his passion is it
that goes in, it just know that all he know is, that it's better to kick ass kiss it
Dick of audacity, mental capacity 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 came through the blast you bitches?
With the ratchet the book of Mathew, a book of matches lightin' 'em under white
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 they gonna laugh when you going to the bathroom wit it
now wit what, would you against us better be
somethin' with a big foot
easily these are the reasons that we 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 regime, that's like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn't need Isaiah...

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

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

Back to your skull again
a bitch out the Aspen and tell her "get the fuck outta dodge" (Dodge Aspen)
shouldn't have to explain my metaphors you has are duller than
color books that ain't colored in, second and fourth wind got another wind
here they come again, none other than Bad and Evil also as Saddam and Osama Bin
it's been a long but I bet that neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right known
and we only get with time me, and Nickel fuckin' shit up on a dime, so telliin' us to pipe down's
like talkin' to a meth head, Bruce Willis on his bed last breath with an infection
fightin' it he's watchin' internet porn 'bout to meet his death with an errection
my God, what I mean is David Carradine jackin' his in front of his tripod
his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm sayin' I die hard!

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

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

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