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[Ol Bastard]
grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here the medical examiner
One verse you're out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he the right amount
him up and then 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 mixed with disco
Roll up on the like the Count of Monte Crisco
and MC's start to
(I stepped up to a jet kid, started speakin spanish!
Yo he wasn't from
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!
He so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest
I out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong deadly venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, crush the shit you bring)
I watch your ass a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a game of stickball
And as you up to bat man (I play the riddler)
You try to do me for a (then I'll change to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your ass
home and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Days sweatin (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 strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script
and on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what
Can't it here's the panaroma
(A complete view of how I you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust ass before
(You ran to and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And want to perform a
be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did em, you just better
So I'm stepping to (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the to the metal
You and DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, kicks your measure)
It's not a Newport but it's live with pleasure
(C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of
Rolled up in a) Philly
(I used to write all the time when I
Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for
With visually strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes then
Some they be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But they remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie
I the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just the Children in the Cornfield