Tonart: A minor•
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Verse 1
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Chain-
smoking beedies 'til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet,
work out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please,
most couldn't fathom
Had him in the cobra clutch,
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when he spat the mad hymn
Gems, collection of brrrats Timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty- pat,
The rhythm hit him back
with a right hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner,
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thought it was an aight look
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Depends on the shades
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The end of days fades, pretenders lay
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In dazes on stages, DOO- Mal aise
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Eat it up, microphone,
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His own way was strange
but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone
that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks need to put
a sock in they chatterbox
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The block got light
Folks gather round,
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it's no joke like "Knock, knock"
It's them, they came home
to roost y'all
And watch 'em transform the game
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to the rules of foosball
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She's too small, any questions?
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Him could squeeze blood from
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a penny in the recession
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Keep guessing,
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it gets deeper than depression
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The power of suggestion wake a sleeper,
Dig that beat
Ripped it with Metal Fingers
and stomped it with big fat feet
And you know what they say,
cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated,
It's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you could
Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
Writ his own rhymes and
split his own blunts
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Once, in a while, every other minute
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Popeye, heavy on the spinach
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Steady on his business and
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ready with a ill pitch
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Keeps a bad bilznitch like Denny
No hitch, just a shit- load
of spit and sneeze
Strictly G stacking up off a
rack of hidden fees
Rap is like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip saying,
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"Hey bub, grip these"
They screaming for attention
Beaming at the mention of a scary
You could cut the tension
with a switchblade
And serve it on the same plate of hors
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Filleted, persuaded the chambermaid
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To bet her paycheck on a get-
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Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution, faint taste of mi
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Verse 2
DOOM has taken over every continent
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