| For all you slime buckets, all over the land, peep it}
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| Yo, Im dancin on your grave like borishnikov,
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| Ill rip you off,
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| Leave you in the desert til the voltures strip your corpse,
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| Then rape your fuckin wife, until my dick is soft
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| til the flesh is pealin off,
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| Im a devil consealed in cloth,
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| Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork,
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| You got a hole in your stomach,
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| Yo plug it up with a cork, you dork,
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| Lots of blood loss, red cross,
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| Couldnt help your dead boss cut his head off,
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| Brutal, sadistic, the only way,
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| Ill be remembered, after Im dismemebered,
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| And my bones decay, a rap legend,
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| To the aggressionary session,
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| My invention of tention and powerful progression,
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| Its time, for sick rhymes, lunatic lines,
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| Hit your mind like with someones strict-nine,
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| For all the shell, clips and glocks,
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| You step to me with a weapon,
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| Youll be reppin your clique in a box
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| The most sadistic, you think not?
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| You might get shot, put em in a box
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| We aint playin, we aint rhymin for nothin
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| Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you somethin
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| If you ever diss me ima bring it to you
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| Got a crew of psychopaths thatll stab you up too
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| Now say violence (violence), death (death)
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| Yo there aint nothin left to say, this shits fresh
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| Ill kill, you could be my latest victim,
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| Ill take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it,
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| Piss on your bitchs tits and make you lick it,
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| You fuckin maggot,
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| You probably fucked one hundred faggots,
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| Your a gay thug that loved jail and love gettin your ass whipped,
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| Come around here actin hardcore,
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| You never did dirt, you gonna get hurt,
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| Pull up your pink skirt,
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| Your pink pantiesll get your whig damaged,
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| Go eat a dick sandwhich,
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| I cant stand this motherfucker,
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| Make this bitch vanish from the planet,
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| Ill hit you like a ton of granite
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| Get your blood splattered,
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| Face bashed in, you cant win,
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| Ill stab you in the head wit shishkebab sticks,
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| While watchin mob flicks, nasty like armpits
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| When I be suckin on you moms tits,
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| She my bitch, she on my dick,
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| Tell that trick to stop callin my crib,
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| Whyd you say she wanted to kill the bitch?
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| Smokin green clove, walkin around town flossin the free clothes
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| Doper than special k explodin in the fiends nose
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| (fades out with gatling gun sounds) |