[Intro:]
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Black Knights
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West coast Killa Bee kill
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Black Knights, Black Knights
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You hear it from the distance
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(Yo) my brain sprouts branches blossoming tragic thoughts
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Takes bully lyrics lunch money, pistols or microphone
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Welcome to L.A. battle the unexplained
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Scarecrows and apples meet Mr. Constrictus
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Concrete knuckles and scuffles, I waste groups
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Give 'em lumps the size of footballs, bricks and grapefruit
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Make soup, blueberry while dining with classic monsters
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Better check my sponsor chop before you can answer
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Brothers in the Contra, bullet holes in the stop sign
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Gods in the neighborhood, pistol in the sunset
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Lyrics, the bitch pressed dump trucks with one thrust
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Faster than sound, light, or speed that your gun busts
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Among us, west coast wreck hopes, infect dope
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Whining 'cause your last Holocaust cassette broke
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The hunchback tic-tac heads come to get you
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Nine-hundred and forty-three missiles made of crystal
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Light a match to those, the crowd put all their lighters up
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Stomp through the graveyard in the rain, the architect
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Bricks in the mud, the cold weather is scorchin
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For boxcar children and orphans, wrote a portrait
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Chewing on cactus, rappers better practice
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Slimey like a catfish, dollers in the mattress
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A hand-carved pipe from Baton Rouge to Cherokee
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Grand-high count, feed Macadamias to parakeets
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French lemonade, skeletons on the highway
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Clove, gets rowdy I'll box my way out
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Poor righteous teacher, devils better fear us
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Or my pistol splatter your brains accross the mirrors
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Bluntz, martinez, girls, and gunz (gunz)
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Gut 'em like a fish, the man who bled Marbles
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Bloody Mr. Fixit, holocaust and guns
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Stumbled through the doorway wearing my evening chains
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Real as the hallway red and blue Crayolas
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Now leaving stains, architect from Cali
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Rumble through the mist covered valleys, dirty alleys
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Crumbs in your suitcase, ice fishing with pelicans
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Big 'ole tackling skeleton, you're irrelevant
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Riding jeweled elephants, California horizon
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Track mud through the kitchen, murder henchmen
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Strange man's pockets, cigarettes and candy
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Walk with a limp, chance of a lifetime
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Bandits want cyborg crank, tic-tac
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Blow holes through emcees, size of bowling balls
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Briefcase man chant, my flavor's building
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Set a fishbowl full of jelly beans out for the neighbor's children
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Two-fisted brawler, good times in the sunlight
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Tracked him one night, you call and cause a gunfight
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Holo-holocaust is sleepy, holdin microphones
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4 dead men in the alley, the butcher
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Shirts with the blossoms, west coast the gentlemen
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Holding the pistol, smoke blunts for hours
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To understand the language of flowers
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Gritty mugshot, missed her arms and legs, drool bullets
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Bedtime time to turn in but into what?
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A well set table, third rock from the sun
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Dead men hung, Cadillacs and dinosaurs
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Hot peanuts and fireworks, the holocaust
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Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz
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Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz
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Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz girlz and gunz girlz and gunz
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Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz
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Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz
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Bluntz, martinez, girlz, and gunz girlz and gunz girlz and gunz
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Bluntz, Martinez, Girlz, & Guns
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| Wu-Tang Clan |
