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Verse 1:
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Check it I catch more heat than a histitic jew
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You catch two thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review
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Your individuality is missing like Adam Walsh
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Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
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Too far gone inside my art form
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Worshipping the ground that I walk on that's cool
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But while you're being me who's being you?
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I'm hot like Patra Doggystyle on all fours
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End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
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Mass hysteria, malaria come to ya area
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You couldn't touch my style with Hands Across America
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I slaughter, spit in your water like Kidd homes
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Leave you need orthoscopic surgury like Quincey Jones
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Cause I can give Beverly, Demi and even Melvin Moore (more)
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Van Halen, Eddie, get Ellen ready make Pauly Shore (sure)
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Your new single sounds like the double dutch bust remix
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Watch you collapse and die like you was River Phoenix
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Me and rap go way back like LL's hairline
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Nigga fuck a punch line, I write fucking punch rhymes
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I'm gorgous so when I'm performing just leave your girls at home
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I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since the straightening comb
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When I'm up in 'em spittin' venoms I never go soft (never)
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I make that pussy snap Back Back Back and Forth
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Some more outtakes over B.Rich roughbreaks
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I write more rhymes han Rick James makes license plates
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So life every voice and sing
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Cause I don't need no partner to swing
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Hook:
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They don't know
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They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
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"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
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Verse 2:
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Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
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Warning your friends, Chino X could make the corrinor cringe
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Urinating in the audience when I perform
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Biting the heads of chickens and bats like Ozzy Osborne
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I got multiple personalities so be afraid
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The cypher is ? I'm Jim Jones now here's the Kool-Aid
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You better recognize and know the time like Barisa or dance like
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Kid'N'Play
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Cause You Ain't Gonna Hurt Nobody
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You better fear will I knife or stick in you
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Look up at the sky and ask why has God forsaken you
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Chin-wa! Bringin' new styles that MC's couldn't start
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While the walls be closin' in on them like fat around Dr. J's heart
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To keep in shape I scrap knives and I take lives
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Subliminally I encourage teenage suicide
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When my video is on the Box you gets to orderin'
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People want to know the 4-1-1 on art of origin
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I was bitter got richer, the nigga child molester
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Throwin' out my shit like Red Fox did Ann Nester
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Can't be productive when your partner is just a lazy bitch
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Leaves you feeling frusterated like you signed to Wild Pitch
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Now like Sammy Davis ran from the IRS
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You better run from that nigga Chino X
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And if you score well then perform, MC's with hesitence
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Remember you can be replaced like Ann did on Crushed Grapes
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You're man is holding you up don't front like everything is dandy
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Peace to 5 foot 6 now I'm out like John Candy
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Hook (x4)
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verse 3:
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So now you gotta put in time if you wanna get near me
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But you can't hear me, cause you're an asshole like Dennis Leary
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Leave you crispy like the children of Kadaffi
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You couldn't get no justice if you dug up Thurgo Marshall's body
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My career is right out of the bible in the show bizness
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I drop my staff it turn to snakes just like Moses
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If I found a new crew with same circumstances
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Catch the L and they'll be assed out like Prince's pants
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I'm back on track without another nigga urfin' me
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Peace to Ragman, now I'm out like Freddy Mercury
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So lift every voice and sing
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Cause I don't need no partner to swing
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Hook (x3)
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Partner To Swing
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| Chino XL |
