(It's so
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- hot -
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I'm burnin up)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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This is commercial, nothin controversial
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Or offensive, it's not expensive
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So why don't you buy it, riot
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Rampage, rush the stage
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But try to front, I got the 12-gauge
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No bodyguard, got Akshun on the tables
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Tangle - get strangled with his cables
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It's not a treath, it's a bet, word
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Cause I roast you like a bird, cut you in a third
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Of a fraction, give Akshun a little peace
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Yo Howie, now we got a feast
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Or a meal, cause suckers who steal I will be pawin
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Get ready at 8 cause Eddie ain't ate, and I'm starvin
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Just like Marvin Gaye
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I heard it through the grapevine around the way
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You be perpetratin and I be hatin
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Things like that, so now, black, I sit back waitin
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And waitin for your arrival
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And the end of your survival
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Every single day you will decay and just rot
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Ya not so hot
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(It's so
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- hot -
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I'm burnin up)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Your physical being will start fleeing
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Your brain will feel the pain, and you will start peeing
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Your Fruit Of The Loom's till it consumes
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Your trousers, wowsers, golly, I'm dope
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See what I mean? If not, then here's a telescope
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Take it, but don't break it
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Then return when you learn how to make it
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Like this, comin off and gettin busy
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You need a hyper type of diaper, you pissy little sissy
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You little whinin, naggin, braggin, smellin like midnight dragon
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What's the matter, your diaper still saggin?
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Get huggies, they don't leak
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Then I might not notice that you're weak
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Because you always say the rhymes that I heard the other day
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I come fresher every night - after I pray
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I sit down and write, and then I lay in rest
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Get up in the morning, get dressed, not to impress
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It's too much stress on the brain, MC's strain to be the best
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Or the biggest, or better they get enormous
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You think you're hot, but you don't even warm us
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Ya not so hot
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(It's so
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- hot -
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I'm burnin up)
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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I use natural ressources, creative forces
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So high-potent that a sucker MC lost his
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Ability to function, and he collapsed
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So before you blink just think that perhaps
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It can happen to you, cause it can, my man
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Cause yo, I'ma bag you up and put you in a trash can
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And then send you off to the dumps
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Chumps, I'ma give you nuff lumps
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In your cranium
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Where he at, just name he him
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And I'ma find him and come from behind him
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And take him and break him and bind him
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And then line him with a lining and a designing
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Put him in the window when the sun comes shining
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In the morning, blow the horn and toot the whistle
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Set it off with the pistol
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But you was finished way before the first shot
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Ya not so hot
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(It's so
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- hot -
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I'm burnin up)
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Ya Not So Hot
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| Special Ed |
