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[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn] |
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Vik, the wild islander, bringing out the child in ya |
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Singing out the silencer with more violence than "Heil Hitler" |
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He get some looks, some bull*************t roll-over, a dusty pullover and a Pulitzer |
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A must we bust your crusty subwoofer sista |
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Foes is just bluffin', clear your nose from huff-puffin' |
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A glutton for bludgeoning blood gu*************n', here you go, stud muffin |
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It’s nothin', get it on the get-by |
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Bet it on a dead guy, jet it on the red eye |
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Too many make mistake fillers, not enough live wires |
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Too many fake killers, and jive sires |
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Dropped these bombs on a critic from a grass knoll |
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Everybody got one, your mom's is a asshole |
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S.O.B. and smug to the u**ost |
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Cut it close and catch a slug to the gut Mos, word to Thu**ose |
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What's worse, clutch your purse close, lady |
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We get more cheese bread for the baby, toast to Grady, one-eighty |
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[Verse 2: Earl Sweat*************rt] |
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I'm in the cut looking for some puss to pick apart |
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Dirty like us riding in the whip that really isn't ours |
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Storming out the door, don't press record, I hate my ******g voice |
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Trying to kill that noise, performing fill that void slightly |
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I'm swimming in water that's been dicy since landing |
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And I'm owing these *************s nothing |
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Like all that I've been handed for free, don't pan your cameras to me |
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Ho, don't command me to speak |
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Got these little *************s swinging from the banister, on Fax in his pajamas |
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Walking slow because the camels keep his stamina weak |
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And you could catch him like some halibut after a bad accident |
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Trying to get jaw-jacked right where the catheter peeks out |
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Villain, Earl, and Captain in command of your street now |
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Rapping good as mother******g janitors sweep now |
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Getting business handled, get the cannabis cheap now |
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It's a bunch of nuggets on him like it's sand on a beach towel |
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[Verse 3: Captain Murphy] |
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Captain's back (Yay!) |
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So go on put your mic away |
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(Where?) Inside a microwave (...Oh.) |
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When I die, I bet you Mike'll wave (tee-hee) |
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We blowing bubbles at the pearly gates |
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Took a selfie with the king but only see my face |
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I’m writing darker pieces in my thesis |
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I’m hiding in the park with all your nieces |
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Tradin' head for Reese's Pieces |
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Interject in *************s' verses with this book of witches' curses |
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I cast a spell upon your ******* but my thirst is for the hearses |
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I’m spilling out my innards |
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To these n-words, journey inwards |
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Caught her quarter past the moment |
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Got a cord of past opponents |
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In a fragment of a moment man I killed that rap then owned it |
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Hope to overtake the planet, with my banana in a hammock |
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************* manic parents panic, I’m a mechanic with these patterns |
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Propagandic with that chatter, matter of fact the Madder Hatter |
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Never mind the hammer, manners out the window |
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Pump crescendo, puff the endo, I’m Lou Ferrigno |
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Just pretendo, don’t ask him where the pen go |
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Cause the pencil got me paper paid and paydirt made them paint her |
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With the mask and faded sweat*************rt, nothing lesser |
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Bet you’ll never ever guess what I left under the dresser |
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Hid a message in the 808 to pester all the Heshers |