| Listen up closely, focus your brain
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| Rappers approach me, foes’ll get slain
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| Slash and slowly open your veins
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| Over and over and over again
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| Verses are perfect, a virtual genius
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| A person could say I’m their personal Jesus
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| Rise in a battle of fire like phoenixes
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| Crazy, I’ll even rock '80's rock remixes
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| So pray to me, every day faithfully
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| Facin' me’s basically leavin' you fatally wounded and wasted
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| I’m wicked as mystical voodoo magicians, if you were to listen
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| You’re under my spell, lose inhibitions
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| Surrender your writtens, it’s futile to spit 'em
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| I’m up in your spot with a beautiful chicken
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| Ap is the truth, it’s stupid to diss him
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| Foolish as tryin' to throw fuel on the friction
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| Haters the Lakers that lose to the Pistons
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| Scoop up your riches, scoop up your bitches
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| You’re up in my kitchen, you’re doin' my dishes
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| For minimum wage, your miniscule brain
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| Is tryin' so hard to configure this rigorous trainin'
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| I’m sprainin' ya ligaments, aimin' to cripple kids, aimin'
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| The barrel, I’ll bury you, effortlessly faggots effin' with me
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| Will get blown into fragments and left in debris, did he mention I’m deadly?
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| Leave three bitches widows
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| I’m back from the dead without Beatrix Kiddo
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| It’s A-P, say it with me
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| A-P, play it for me
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| Over and over and over again
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| Over and over and over again
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| It’s A-P, say it with me
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| A-P, play it for me
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| Over and over and over again
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| Over and over and over again
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| Ap! |