[Chorus:]
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Look out, cause I'm on the prowl,
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Gonna find these motherfuckers,
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Gonna take them out. (Huh!)
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Before you know you find the hatchet attacks,
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And if you ain't one of us, watch your back.
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Fire up the grill,
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It's time to sharpen up the steel.
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Hold your nose like the shit's
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about to get real.
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I'm about to get a whole lotta
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all kinda drastic.
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Execute your ego,
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Then throw it in the casket
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I'm talkin to these freaks and geeks,
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Who speak my feat
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up in they beat.
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Your reap, retreat
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And fall asleep.
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Would heed to lead
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The fuckin' deed.
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That red dot pointed at you,
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Means that you've been chosen.
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I'm bout to pull the trigger,
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Pull it, leave you decomposin'
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I'm giving you no sympathy,
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And I feel no empathy,
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When the evil enter me,
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From my chosen prophecy,
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And it was meant to be,
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That you was my enemy,
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And you see your destiny,
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and you ain't likin' what you see.
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[Chorus]
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I'm outta control,
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and you out of a soul,
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And you act like a hoe,
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And you out in the cold.
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With no clothes n frozen,
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Looking like an Ice Pop.
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Burn your ass with gas
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But I'm gonna wait until the price drop
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Wait until the price drop
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you're comin' up hashed.
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And I'm coming up behind you
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with a baseball bat.
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And a baseball hat,
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And I'm swingin' for the fences.
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Taking your defenses
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And I'm charging you expenses.
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Thinkin' you can hustle me,
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And not end up a casualty?
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fuckin' with the Scarecrow
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Bitch, you're fucked with no Vaseline.
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Comin up short's like a joke
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Youze a wishin
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Got caught slippin'
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Now your whole crew missin'!
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[Chorus x2]
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The Buzz Saw, they call me the Buzz Saw
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More homicidal than a maniac on drugs, ya'll.
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Spittin' slugs all day
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Bodies in the hallway
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Bodies outside
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Bitches screamin
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"It was all J!"
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You come a long way,
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Listen to what my song say.
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Raised on a double dead-end,
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Two wrong-ways.
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I fuckin' showed up high,
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Ninja kicked you in the face.
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You got a blowed up eye,
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I'll be that clown-y mental case.
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That'll chase you, catch you,
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Stu Hart stretch you, let you
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Recognize...
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This wicked shit in my eyes.
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Watch your back,
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or Imma have to crack it in half.
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Tear your fuckin' head off,
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Smack it and laugh...Violent J.
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[Chorus X2]
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Shaggy Shaggs
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From rags to riches
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Toe-taggin' scally-wag
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Relative bitches.
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Watch your back,
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If you're comin' our way.
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I walk around big in tha Game.
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See Andre.
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Slice through your neck,
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Meat cleaver to butter.
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Dice your tongue off,
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Mail it to your Mudder.
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Cause we heard that shit,
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And turn the whip,
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Jumped out and plant a brick
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smack dead in your lip
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From BoonDox!
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Watch your back bitch-boy!
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[Chorus X2]
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Watch Your Back
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| Boondox |
