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[Ol Bastard]
I'll grab and the mic and now I you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the examiner
One verse you're out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the right
Wake him up and I ask him
Why did he this --
competition to get an ass so tremendous
Boy you bother this
Leave me alone like the (son G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic flow with disco
Roll up on the scene like the of Monte Crisco
and MC's to vanish
(I stepped up to a jet black kid, started spanish!
Yo he wasn't Panama
I asked him how he get so dark, the nigga suntama!
He responded so fast, you me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest
I brought out the in him
Caught him a strong five deadly venom
Told him enter the
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the you bring)
I watch ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is a friendly game of stickball
And as you up to bat man (I play the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; be wishin your fuckin ass
stayed home and (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy Days (Poxie)
with Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now THAT with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I the script
and on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, grab my what what
Can't understand it here's the
(A complete of how I defeat you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who to (beat you)
Yeah I that ass before
(You ran to Texas and back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And to perform a massacre
Better be coming some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did em, well you just
So I'm stepping to (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the to the metal
You and your DJ change name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, your every measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still live with
(C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of
Rolled up in a) Motown
(I to write all the time when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like for broke
With visually concepts strongest and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to rhymes then choke
Some think be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But they remains a-nom-ynous
I strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, better wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself with a
(Before you get up) just like the Children in the Cornfield