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作曲 : Carlisle, Holton, Johnson ... |
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(feat. D12) |
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(Swift) |
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My .44 be giving lyposuctions |
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I blow a hole through your stomach open it up you'll be spillin your own guts |
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I'm a mad man, a walking trash can |
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You get beat with my bear hands, ******* a last chance |
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A macmilly will smack you silly |
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The epitemy of what really can be the definition of misery |
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I'm never missing im hittin it |
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I murder mittiney, ??? thumpin and puncturing kidney |
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They put a ******* on "Ripley's", ******* I ain't working |
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I'm on sick leave I take your ability to breathe (*******) |
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What a ******* need is a millimeter to eat |
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Have'em kissing a millipeed or in the street |
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(Bizarre) |
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In a fight, I'm first to throw a brick |
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First to load the clip, first to talk *******t |
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But the last one to split, when the *******t get thick |
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Stupid ******* get hit with the 4.5th |
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I'm a Ex-??? who fought in Vietnam |
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Every night I'm thinking about a bomb (oh *******t) |
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My ******* so many places, all I do is laugh |
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Big hoes, fat hoes even baby giraffes |
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I'm On "Fear Factor" eatin worms and broccoli |
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Tomato, Mustard, mixed with Guatamali |
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Strated a group with Flava Flav "The funny Pack" |
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I dj and scratch while he smoke crack |
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(Chorus: Kon Artis) |
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Now who want it with (us) |
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Please don't forget (that) |
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If you don't it up we taking it |
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Cuz we don't want y'all to get it twisted at all |
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D12 don't give a ******* about Nothing At All |
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Now who ******g with (us) |
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Please don't forget (that) |
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If you don't give it up we takin it back |
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And We don't y'all to get twisted at all |
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D12 don't give a ******* about nothing at aaaaaaaaaaaall |
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(Kuniva) |
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I'm sure ya moma told you, ******* that drugs kill (yeah) |
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If karma doesn't catch up with you then slugs will |
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Now everybody saying they real and they hug steal (fo' real) |
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'Till they find'em layin dead in this tub with blood spill |
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all over the floor, carpet to wall, i'm talking to y'all |
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you can call your peoples my ******* i'm sparking'em all |
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Barking at dogs that's bitin for real, starvin and fightin for meal |
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bizarre got viking and pills |
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Swift And Denaun ain't likely to chill they hot headed |
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You a ******* yeah I said it |
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I bet if god let it happen then it's over |
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Kuniva's out of his will (yeah) |
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I just shot up his crib and Knock the snot outta his kids |
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(Kon Artis) |
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Mr. Porter, Brigade, sideways to next life |
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You in the way and you subject to be one with this knife |
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I ??? For ******* life Straight ??? Surgery |
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y'all run to emergency with an achin urgency |
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Yeah I'm nice, common courtesy Escourt you to the imfermary |
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7 mile, Ruyon ave. 'Till they straoght up bury me |
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You expect us to believe that you scrap and the it cost |
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When you ??? a 44 dog you lost |
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And ain't talking 'bout a doggy loss |
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I'm Talking about a ****** puppy when i'm sayin 'bout a doggy loss |
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I scatter cries when I'm haulin off |
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mozzeltov a *******'ll cross his head with a bottle of Scotch |
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(Chorus) |
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(Proof) |
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Don't get it twisted ******* we here ******* |
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Who ever said Scrapping isn't a sport |
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Got me and bizzy in court, shadowboxing an invisible assault |
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Proof gon give it to ya raw like O.D.B. |
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Homey please who better than D-twease and Obie .T (Shady) |
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Phony G's walkin and talkin, Never *******ing a ******* gun |
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Macauly Caulkin, actors we droppin ya coffins |
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When my mac speak, you have an R.I.P. list Tatted |
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So ??? from ya neck to ya ass cheek |
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And actually when murderers ??? my glock ??? |
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Your life is like fat people legs it's not needed |
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Se how high P is, Steamin in the snow like how P is |
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D12 we got this biatch |
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(Chorus) |