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When I was just a little baby boy |
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My mamma used to tell me these crazy things |
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She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man |
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She used to tell me he hated me |
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But then I got a little bit older and I realized she was the |
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crazy one |
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And there was nothing I could do or say to change her |
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Cause that's just the way she was |
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They said I can't rap about being broke no more |
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They didn't say I can't rap about coke no more |
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(Ahh) |
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Slut, you think I won't choke no whore |
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Till her vocal cords don't work in her throat no more |
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(Ahh) |
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These mother****ers are thinking I'm playin' |
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Thinking I'm sayin' this shit 'cause I'm thinkin' it |
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Just to be sayin' it |
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(Ahh) |
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Put your hands down b***h I ain't gon' shoot you |
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I'mma pull you to this bullet and put it through you |
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(Ahh) |
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Shut up, slut you're causing too much chaos |
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Just bend over and take it like a slut, ok ma |
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Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing her |
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Worse snortin' coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover? |
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You're goddamn right b***h, and now it's too late |
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I'm triple-platnum and tragedies happened in two states |
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I invented violence you vile, venomous, vomital b*****s |
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Vain, vicadin, vrin-vrin-vrin |
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Touch this chainsaw, left his brains all |
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Dangling from his neck while his head barely hangs on |
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Blood, guts, guns, cuts |
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Knives, lives, wives, nuns, s***s |
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****, I'mma kill you |
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You don't wanna **** with me |
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Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me |
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****, I'mma kill you |
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You don't got the balls to beef |
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We ain't gon' never stop beefin' |
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I don't squash the beef |
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You better kill me |
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I'mma be another rapper dead |
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For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said |
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But when they kill me |
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I'm bringin' the world with me |
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B*****s too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me |
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I said you don't wanna **** with Shady |
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(Cause why?) |
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Cause Shady will ****in' kill you |
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(Ha-ha) |
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You don't wanna **** with Shady |
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(Why?) |
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Cause Shady will ****in' kill you |
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****, I'mma kill you |
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Like a murder weapon I'mma conceal you |
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In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows & film you |
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**** with me, I've been through hell, shut the hell up |
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I'm try-na to develop these pictures of the devil to sell them |
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I ain't Acid Rap but I rap on acid |
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Got a new blow torch and just had a strap-on added |
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Woops, is that a subliminal hint? No! |
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It's criminal intent, to sodomize women again |
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Eminem offend? No, Eminem'll assault |
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And if you ever give it to him you'll give him an impulse |
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To do it again, then if he does it again |
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You probabaly end up jumping out of something up in the tents |
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****, I'mma kill you |
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I ain't done, this ain't the chorus |
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I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest |
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A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times |
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In a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman? |
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Serial killer hiding murder material |
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In a cereal box on top of your stereo |
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Here we go again, we're out of out medicine |
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Out of our minds, and we want in yours |
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Let us in |
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Or I'mma kill you |
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You don't wanna **** with me |
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Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me |
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****, I'mma kill you |
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You don't got the balls to beef |
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We ain't gon' never stop beefin' |
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I don't squash the beef |
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You better kill me |
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I'mma be another rapper dead |
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For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said |
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But when they kill me |
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I'm bringin' the world with me |
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B*****s too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me |
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I said you don't wanna **** with Shady |
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(Cause why?) |
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Cause Shady will ****in' kill you |
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(Ha-ha) |
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You don't wanna **** with Shady |
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(Why?) |
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Cause Shady will ****in' kill you |
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He-heh |
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Know why I say these things |
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Cause ladies screams be creepin' in Shady's dreams |
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And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks |
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These eighty g's so he can say the same things tweece |
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Twice, whatever, I hate these things |
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**** shots, I hope this shit'll outweigh these drinks |
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Niggas want me to come on their radio shows |
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Just to argue with them 'cause their ratings stink? |
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**** that, I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer |
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From that b***h to all seventy thousand pounds of her |
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From the princapal to student body and counseler |
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From in school to before school to outta school |
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I don't even believe in breathin' |
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I'm leavin' air in your lungs so you can keep screamin' |
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For me to seep it |
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Okay, I'm ready to go play |
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I got the machette from OJ |
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I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache |
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You faggots keep egging me on |
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Till I have you at knife point then you beg me to stop? |
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Shut up, give me your hands and feet |
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I said shut up when I'm talking to you |
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You hear me? Answer me |
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Or I'mma kill you |
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You don't wanna **** with me |
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Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me |
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****, I'mma kill you |
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You don't got the balls to beef |
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We ain't gon' never stop beefin' |
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I don't squash the beef |
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You better kill me |
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I'mma be another rapper dead |
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For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said |
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But when they kill me |
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I'm bringin' the world with me |
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B*****s too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me |
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I said you don't wanna **** with Shady |
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(Cause why?) |
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Cause Shady will ****in' kill you |
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(Ha-ha) |
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You don't wanna **** with Shady |
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(Why not?) |
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Cause Shady will ****in' kill you |
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Ha-ha-ha! |
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I'm just playin' ladies |
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You know I love you |
