The morning number eight, let me introduce you to my best friends,
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Let me interview you.
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Hamilton and Hedgehog, theyĄ¯re matching, nigger,
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From the eight to the amount of ledge is what you have, my nigger
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You have met you, IĄ¯m so technical, IĄ¯m right at you, tab a naco,
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Of MC watchers, MC doctors, get me apart and test me, IĄ¯m deadly,
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The red scene had to clean itĄ¯s act up,
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The meanest rapper and I mean that rap stuff.
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Me with the fax, no machine, but I black,
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Kind of like that patch of green you have when you send something.
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I am in something, perhaps deep shit, but I rap deep shit,
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So with every bar I grab a pooper scooper,
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And toss it at the future like IĄ¯m laughing, stupid nooker.
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Chop, chop, chuey, nigger, IĄ¯m the illest,
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Chop, chop, chuey, nigger, IĄ¯m the man,
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Chop, chop, chuey, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chuey.
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Nigger, sure, it doesnĄ¯t end, doesnĄ¯t end,
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Who the fuck is him?
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Charles Hamilton doesnĄ¯t end.
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My hopes got stronger like George Foreman,
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IĄ¯m one of the four and my four is storming
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Unfortunately, Mat has something prepared for your black ass.
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So traction has to be a full melody of casualty and fatality
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Actually, how many times could my out of bc rhyme skills come after me?
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Was I referring to what I say? I donĄ¯t give a fuck, I do this shit all day.
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Starring at her bootylicious constantly, yet sheĄ¯s never on top of me consciously.
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But thatĄ¯s not gonna stop, so therefore I have to be that hot from the top.
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Remove my bucket? Fuck it, let all unlock it, still in destiny, boy, I donĄ¯t give a fuck.
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Chop, chop, chuey, nigger, IĄ¯m the illest,
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Chop, chop, chuey, nigger, IĄ¯m the man,
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Chop, chop, chuey, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chuey.
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Nigger, sure, it doesnĄ¯t end, doesnĄ¯t end,
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Who the fuck is him?
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Charles Hamilton doesnĄ¯t end.
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That ass, IĄ¯m ripping it, Madonna with a strap-on,
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I ainĄ¯t fall out of strattel and got back on,
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Now, what other topic can I black on?
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Oh, thatĄ¯s it and oh, thatĄ¯s it and CHARLE doesnĄ¯t give a soul, thatĄ¯s it.
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In the all after there is, means IĄ¯m so after the best,
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I might be scratching their neck with every scent pop
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Holly shit, that did not rock, but unfortunately, hips gotta hop,
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Get your ass up, dance, or sit down, back up and have a blunt at electricon.
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Better off, better on, and I better fall in love with a chick who has a ball globe
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To catch my fits when I throw ĄŽem.
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But donĄ¯t notice ĄŽem, IĄ¯m in slow motion, and it
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Chop, chop, chuey, nigger, IĄ¯m the illest,
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Chop, chop, chuey, nigger, IĄ¯m the man,
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Chop, chop, chuey, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chuey.
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Nigger, sure, it doesnĄ¯t end, doesnĄ¯t end,
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Who the fuck is him?
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Charles Hamilton doesnĄ¯t end.
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Dinner time I grab me some lamb, in a matter of minutes youĄ¯ll be laughing, my man.
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Remember that white chick? WasnĄ¯t Shirley Temple, but surely, from the temple I make shit simple.
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Let me give you a riddle, why did the chicken?
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ThatĄ¯s a question mark, she had to die on my niggen
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Nigger, figure it out, ĄŽcause IĄ¯m digging for a reason I laugh at this bitch, you dig it?
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Whoever the bitch is IĄ¯m minding my business, scratch the sentence off like chickens
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Whoa, holly shit, IĄ¯m good, in every neighborhood feeling like sugĄ¯
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Uhm, not night, but every pimple treats broads not right
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Sure, but it died, I resurrected and had sex with it and passed it right back
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To the next egg that exit the crib and said
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Chop, chop, chuey, nigger, IĄ¯m the illest,
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Chop, chop, chuey, nigger, IĄ¯m the man,
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Chop, chop, chuey, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chuey.
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Nigger, sure, it doesnĄ¯t end, doesnĄ¯t end,
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Who the fuck is him?
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Charles Hamilton doesnĄ¯t end.
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Doesn't End (4uITmayCONCERN)
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