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Wuditlooklike suckers, punk Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna me no love 'cause think I'm crazy and like mentally sick Ahhh, em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I Smoke a pound of a day, and yo Some say, I'm the Mack like Maceo I don't be I just beez the funk disease That leave MC's, recognizing Sam Sneed The funkindominal, I bring drama to any Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, through That other shit, makes them ship, flip Funk ridiculous, inconspicous with A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's I from Been gettin dumb, every since World used to jump And that's for all them niggaz that's comin in flocks I bust off the glock for the hood and the
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