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I wait to see your skull vibrate
when I bury the hatchet I hope you catch it I`ll attach it to his focus when I broke his head in half feel the wrath on my behalf I drop math and english leaving you squeamish then I squish your wish you`re all phucken dreamers no time for tiddlywinks if your tities is pinks then you are white and I`m not the right man (not for me) but you can blow pipe and my style is so tight I be carvin` mc`s when I`m starvin` you little chunks of punks that I dunks in my coffee get off me I`m not your softie but you will call through your breath to him, def to them silly broads, I phuck them then I chuck them in the river without a liver, then I donate to science, `cause I`m a giver the mysterious clearly busts brains with my brawn ask Sean Cassidy about how I trash mc`s on the daily, Alex Haley had to write about it darlin but it`s true get a clue I`m tellin you the truth you`ll be toothless then the boots gets smoked like they on fire, I desire like Salt N Pepa I`ll phuck a fat heifer, like I was Fritz the Cat and she admits to fat, so I`m movin` removin wackness from my stratosphere if I thought that that was near. . . [CHORUS:] "Still bet that you can harm me, but you don`t alarm me..." You`re just a test tub baby you can`t fade me but hey, G your style is lazy boy you`re crazy losin` it check out my fusion kit it`s welding rhymes and propelling swelling, getting bigger getting niggas in headlocks instead lock your scanners on Bruce Banner I crush fools plus tunes used by the master will blast you into Tuesday when I bruise a mutha phucka whose mother sucks a cock and his brother phuck a jock and his sister got blisters on her lips which be spreading she be headin` showin` cleavage with my futuristic styles I leave kids in a trance hypnotisin` your eyes spin back in your head like you was dead but instead you was buggin` ugly bitches get the dills at the show cause I don`t be runnin` after hoes that be stank I thank the lord for my thought connected to the microphone so check the cyclotone that I be arousin`, housin` blousin` you punks the mac daddy makes you jump I pump info into nymphos who be bonin` clonin` Vanessa Del Rio and yes Del see no evil hear no evil it`s normal I come formal to keep em warm till the morn. [CHORUS]
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