Let me jump start it
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Bulls eye dotted
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Milly retarded, you¡¯ll be dearly departed
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Poetry is sinister, sinister on the snare
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I bless it like a minister, minister say your prayer
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Mike¡¯s got body and buried but never found
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Now everybody bangin¡¯ my sound all over town
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Sorta like a chain react, my brain react
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Insane propane, flame to track
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Let me jump start it
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Billboard charted
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Purple hearted, about to rip you apart it
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Can¡¯t get offered in a dutch man¡¯s papa
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Music, hardcore fans can¡¯t get enough of
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Brooklyn, ground, heights, we in the buildin¡¯
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Caution, evacuate all women and children
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It¡¯s RJ, I¡¯m indestructible lord
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Paint ¡®em high, leave ¡®em gamin¡¯ from a mine bull
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Bring the track to life
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J-j-jump start it
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NY, force field, Cali connect
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Wo-worldwide
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Got you breakin¡¯ it now
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Bring the track to life
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J-j-jump start it
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NY, force field, Cali connect
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Wo-worldwide
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Got you breakin¡¯ it now
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We bring it to ya, live and direct
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Yo let me jump start it
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When God chose me he told me to treat your face just like the red sea and part it
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No flesh wounds, hit him with a headshot
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Don¡¯t send one, send two
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Turn your forehead indo with a red dot
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The marsh pit goes agnostic
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Splatter your brain matter
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When it lands in my hand, wipe it on the carpet
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Your heart flooded so I brought it to a dead stop
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Just showin¡¯ off when you¡¯re not Termanalogy or Ed Rock
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I¡¯m hot to death, my last breath stuck in the sauna
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Ruste Juxx is crowned high chase songs up its corner
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Let me jump start it
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You are mildly retarded
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Golf cart is off the field with injuries catastrophic
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But all you knew is J Son wanna hit me
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Then flick me 360 from the blindside tated
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Then sting me, one weak link can make your whole squad crack
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The bull craps still intact and truly I applaud that
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Stainless steel, you¡¯re playin¡¯ with pallets and propane
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Flame, ice ring bling
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My nice things mean
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Legs are like beams from AR 15¡¯s
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Crack you for green, pack a jadene
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Capture the queen
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Fly killa rapper tell ¡®er
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Ja crook puck, gorilla mad
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Black ball smack ¡®em
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My barbarian militant camouflaged
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My vigilance, digital diligence
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The flying Dutchman
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On style with ignorance
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Poses to the air box
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Too many drives can crash a e-mail and every other laptop for 10 blocks
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Rolled on grap, I¡¯m goin¡¯ near Bobby
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Hi boss, spit ¡®em like a mouth full of wasabi
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Suffocate my therapy, I put it kimosabe
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You clowns best beware of me, I¡¯ll be the next Bundy
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Shot of karate, Shinobi One, Kenobi One
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I owe he the side of your face be havin¡¯ the slow leaks
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Bring the track to life
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J-j-jump start it
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NY, force field, Cali connect
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Wo-worldwide
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Got you breakin¡¯ it now
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We bring it to ya
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My time to speak, let me take the podium
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Burn ¡®em like petroleum, smokin¡¯ like opium
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And he went opposin¡¯
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Show me, I¡¯m overthrowin¡¯ them like Waterloo to Napoleon
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You winnin¡¯ Oscars and Grammys
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Hanging out with Hollywood trannies
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On the subways they call us the 38 special vigilantes
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Raw skin, raw to be hard bodies
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You them 40 style dudes in grade school
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You used to play with Barbies
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Livin¡¯ in poverty without a part to be
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God is mockin¡¯ me, to the human race I¡¯m a monstrosity
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An abomination, an atrocity
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A pirate with an average sole cannon, a lighter
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On my murderous rhyme I spit sickness, Ebola virus
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In my saliva the preachers preachin¡¯ the gospel of the apocalyptic count to Nostradamus
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Now they predicted, this is what hip-hop had depicted
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From God to the sadistic
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You rappers got more sugar in your gang than the hibity hip-hop to the hibity heaven when God I¡¯m addicted
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The bullet, I plug it in your belly when it hits ya
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Or I could put it in your mouth, the way Dr. Nelly would¡¯ve did ya
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Finally at the hotel bangin¡¯ hookers with former governor Elliott¡¯s picture
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And if the infidelity untie the words mixed with R. Kelly but simpler
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Bring the track to life
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J-j-jump start it
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NY, force field, Cali connect
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Wo-worldwide
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Got you breakin¡¯ it now
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Bring the track to life
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J-j-jump start it
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