| The madness continues…
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| Nigga, the madness continues…
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| The madness continues…
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| Let the madness beginning, again
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| Yo, tree copping, beef and broccoli Timbs
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| Hacksaw Jim Duggan, I’m thugging, mugging your friends
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| Masked murdered, I murdered the mask, I blast burners
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| Pistol whip your face, finally fuck up your furniture (INSANE)
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| Nigga, I’m trying to tell you (INSANE)
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| From the G Building to Bellevue (INSANE)
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| Break fragments on face, will play straight jackets
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| With eight ratchets, the eight had, who safe? |
| (INSANE)
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| Hold up, ladies and gentlemen, uh-huh
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| Niggas, bitches, new jacks, to veterans, uh-huh
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| Back together again, better than we ever been, let us in
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| Or I’m gon' crack somebody fucking head open
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| They say I’m (INSANE) I need medicine, therapy couldn’t help the (INSANE)
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| Especially when my therapist himself is (INSANE)
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| So I remain a spazmatic, a gat addict
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| Who won’t battle you, but I will take a bat to you!
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| Bitches (INSANE)
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| You want to act all sick in the brain
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| You all derange, who you think you playing with?
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| I show you (INSANE)
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| Crazy, straight retarded, don’t make me
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| Angry, play it and my squad get (INSANE)
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| Huh? |
| The whole world know it (INSANE)
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| Uh-huh, we even got your girl going (INSANE)
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| Insane (INSANE) Insane (INSANE)
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| Mr. Al Killa Katraz, the Rocky, the half kamikaze
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| You block me, it’s you that’s gon' die, not me
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| Watch me, you prolly learn something, burn something to it
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| Get your gorillas, goons and your guns, go murk something to it
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| Stupid, in the crazy house I’m the land lord
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| The owner, tenant, the janitor, I mop the damn floors
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| I will have O.D.B. |
| slap the shit out you
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| Right after I clap the shit out you, I will show you
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| Yo, psychotic schizophrenic, hallucinigetic
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| Manic depresive, manage to grab the weapon and wet shit
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| The outcome is cata-calysmic, shatter your district
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| Rat-a-tat-tat, the gat’ll splatter you bitches
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| In a, matter of minutes, it don’t matter who in it
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| All that, matters I’m winning, what’s the matter, you finished?
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| Ya’ll niggas can’t rap better than me, Veteran P
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| Two fools on the scene rocking them leather fatigues, P!
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| Listen, I’m B REAL, I commit SEN DOG
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| Plut slugs in MUGGS, I’m INSANE in my memBRANE, gone! |
| (INSANE)
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| I don’t understand what ya’ll talking about
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| Nevermind this four-four, and this raw nigga, I peep (INSANE)
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| For playing with a G, when he ain’t really G, you (INSANE)
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| If you think you just gon' play crazy with a beast (INSANE)
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| You be laying in the streets, it’s amazing to me, it’s (INSANE)
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| How ya’ll be all saying it’s me, you fucking snitch
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| I be the loco, smoke mad weed and tote the four-four
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| Black gat, the total, the mack snapping your photo
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| Bozos, sweat the garden, the quarter to ocho
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| Karate snap body somebody inside my dojo
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| Show Kazuki, show you the money, show me the coochie
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| I used to fuck groupies, but now I settle for movies
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| Sean Price, a fucking blackbelt in ca-razy
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| Don’t play me, you be the next rapper that’s pushing up daisies, P! |