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{*"Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo-yo" repeated in background throughout
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the whole song*}
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[Swifty McVay]
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Yo.. uhh, where your mom at? Uhh, uhh
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Watch these motherfuckers macks like Guilian, a hooligan
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Niggaz see my face and be like "OH MY GOD, IT'S YOU AGAIN?!"
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It don't matter what crew you in
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I let loose and sent slugs, all in your face like hallucigens
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(ahh!) You had no clue to what the fuck we do to men (uhh)
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Smash 'em heads with aluminum (yeah), bats if I ain't shootin 'em
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(take that!) I collect the loot you spend, to whom it may (bitch)
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concern, you learn not to fuck wit Swifty McVay
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You'll burn nigga, I get into ya
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Like Drew Barrymore wit clamedia, I'm gettin rid of ya
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Now all the witnesses be (uhh, yeah, uhh) pointin fingers I'm serial
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When I bomb first, it's gon' be worse than bicentennial
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(haha) All ya appear when expected like cold soars
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When in World Wars, puttin slugs through whore's doors
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The chance is all yours, so motherfucker take it (uh-huh)
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Treat ya life like it's sacred or get robbed butt-naked (uhh)
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[Bizarre]
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Guess who's back, it's Mister Fuck-All-Y'all (what!?)
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Ya niggaz get my balls, quick to break all ya laws
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(yeah) I'm smokin hashin green wit the mayors
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Smack the mic out ya hand, quicker than Lawerence Taylor
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(haha) I shoot up ya whole block for no apparent reason
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Niggaz ain't comin back like Barry Shunder's next season
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(ya down!) Bizarre from the Outsidaz, smoke like easy riders
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(haha) Hindu niggaz off like a plate of appetizers
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Your girl talk trash (shut up!) nigga I'ma buck her
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(That bitch got AIDS) What that gotta do wit me fuckin her?
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Disrespect my squad, watch me start swarmin (uh-huh)
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You hear so much stuff you just think Kurt Franklin was performin
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Bizarre half dead, full of dough and bread (what?)
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Make opponents fit with your local crackhead (uhh)
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I'm doing a promo, live at the (?) (yeah)
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with some homos drippin wit the electrifyin mojo
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[Chorus]
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Cause the only motherfuckers that'll die tonight
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Smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high
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Motherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fight
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Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!
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Cause the only motherfuckers that'll die tonight
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Smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high
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Motherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fight
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Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!
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[Kuniva]
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Aiyyo, talkin shit will only get you fags high (uh-huh)
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You gon' get your dad shot, take his portable labtop (gimmie that)
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(hey!) You probably heard that you now we stealin halfs
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and food stamps, dining room sets and gold lamps (uh-huh)
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I'm drunk as hell cussin out old tramps (shut up!)
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Like the boy scouts did up camp and hit more licks than stamps
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I'm quick to crash, let the shottie blast
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Grab the dolly and drag the bodies of niggaz that lolly gagged
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Finish; you might as well climb in this body bag
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so the E.M.S. won't waste time puttin your ass in it
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(hey) I'm out cold like bums and frost bite in blizzards
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Dirty Dozen be payin rappers, run freely, visit {*PUNCH*}
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A big portion passed a normal artist with a deal (uh-huh)
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I'm heartless, comin outta battles scarless wit the skill
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For real, I feel I was born to lyrically kill at will
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Wit the power to sell wheel I'm killed (I'm serious!)
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Damn my man is ill, so don't you get caught
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Kuniva, obliterate rappers with just a meare cough
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I'm fierce, hungry on the prawl so you're aloud to run
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before I drop the mic and jump in the crowd with a gun
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{*PUNCH*} Shootin blind, hittin turntables and speakers
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DJs and bouncers be catchin bullets through they beepers
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[Verse Four]
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Yo, yo, uh-huh
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I embrace violence (uh-huh), loud mouth to hate silence
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(yeah) A grace tirent to encourage kids to go rob (?)
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(smoke weed) A bus driver that's near-sighted
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I could see ass but not people
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I'm supposed pick up from stops cause I ride passed it
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(hey stop!) Who the hell you know jump in a lake of piranas
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Go to church just to slain ganja and driven off drama
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Fuck ya mama, I'd kill her for stackin shit that high
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Your nose got shot cause I missed your eye
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A wise guy who get high off his own supply
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Zombie fire ya own family and make you verify
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The corpses, had his horsemen and'll leave your stage torchin
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Screamin "Beat" as soon as I show, ya niggaz fault then
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(let's leave!) Beats bang, got ears bleedin throughout this
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That's why people ignore you, like you ain't even talkin
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You chit-chatted and got splatted by disease
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Be attict and spits spontaneous like Greg Maddux
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I cut 'em off crooked in ganja green
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Ya mans is high, get ignorant, or beats, by loosin his spleen
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Your troop'll be seen as soon my team get on
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We ruinin citys like "Godzilla" through Hong Kong
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You ding-dong dummys ain't dumb enough to try and dodge bullets
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As soon as I pull it, I douse 'til you're full of it
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I love beef, I'm mackin lit wit the heat
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My technique is well spoken even when I don't speak
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I sent a nigga twistin wit heat
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so many times that when he knownful he facin the back of his feet
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[Verse Five]
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I'ma fall to those sworn, I split your capricorn
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and forewarn your first born and forms a snow storm
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I flip caps, like Kittins on gym mats and get under your skin fast
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Battle me, I'm Slim (?), I crack brains like egg shells
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and scramble your brain cells and shatter your veins well
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The fatter the pains well (hahaha)
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Who wanna jump, plainly rob with this pistol? (what?)
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Step back, drew heat without heal like I was Sisqo
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(ahh!) Sicko, individual, from the get go (uh-huh)
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Stab you wit the pencil just to watch the blood trickle
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Tickle you to death then I rhyme like Don Ripples (hahahaha)
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Crack you in the back with an ax, I hide sickles (AHHH!)
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I got three dimes in my hands and three nickels (uh-huh)
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Leavin a bad taste ya mouth like sweet pickels (haha!)
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I'll ask to borrow ya car then drive through a police station
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Jump out then start shootin like a bunch of crazed Haitians
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Plus I'm too skinny cause my attitude is shitty
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Plus my record label shifty, it's enough to make me pretty
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(what?) I'll make you mother hate me, you could place ya car bets
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(what?) Call me a vigilante like my man Benard (?)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Six]
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The only things missin is for me to shatter these bastards
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Cause I breathe toxic fumes and spit battery acid
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and had to be a drastic
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situation for you to step through the ghetto snort size gun powder
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and pounce fortys and jet fumes, NECESS FUEL!
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We make the shit shake, to break the break
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to tearin rappers out the brain, like ex-bitches picture
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(ha) So look when I'm tore up off liquor
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I'll steal ya mics and beat your DJ down with his own muh'fuckin mix uhh
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(bitch, stay down!) The name is Don I spit on rappers and they wifeys
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Bang yo' bitch when you ain't home and walk out wit yo' Nikes
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(your lyin) Yeah I might be (what?)
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Just ask her where she got them bruises on her ass
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cause all 'em knucks stay on the night (shut up bitch)
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The mighty whitey, I drive you rappers fuckin crazy
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You wonderin "How the hell my lady had this white baby!"
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(what?!) In the richest city, the crew and 'em suit me name
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Leavin you (?) like J.F.K. and juniors playin
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[Verse Seven]
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I'm nasty, I hack a loogy in your face {*HACH*}
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Then dig in my ass crack before I fix your dinner plate
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(eat this) For evil sakes, I kill man for penny weight
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What plenty hate, I took out my many dates (bitch)
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I'm the addition that make you fled pissin
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If you stay there they'll find your body with your head missin
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(AHH!) You're dread dissin, so it wouldn't be wise too
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You know you biggers fuck but they make coughers in your size too
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Trespass, and you will get your chest mad
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The Lord's prayer, it would keep you outta (?) well
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(Our father, AMEN!) I love drama, I make fems like Madonna
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(Like a Virgin!) I'm fuckin ya moms, granny, and great grandmama
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[Chorus]
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Yo, hahaha, what? Hahaha, yo yo yo, Da Ruckus in the house
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I thought ya KNEEEW! Hahaha, haha, Bizarre - ill or not
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Detriot City Y'AALL! Yeah, Swifty McVay, don't stop boy
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The game, hahahaha-ha, D-12, where your mama at?
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Da Ruckus, PEEIN, I'M PEEIN ON YOU, I'M PEEIN ON YOU!
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What the f.. I'M PEEIN ON YOU! Yo we out, hurry up
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[Chorus 2X]
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