[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
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Y'all done fucked up now
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Y'all sucked the sun out this motherfucker
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Looking like one dark cloud
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We been off for a while
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But we just get to started
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Let that feeling rub off right now
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I'll say shit out loud, and you aren't really retarded
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You just wanna go along with the crowd
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It's ok, don't pout - we're not breaking the law
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We gonna sort it all out right now
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I'm in the mode of you gotta go hard and trust no one
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Sleeping on the floor, cause homie, you never know when
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You lay low, stay low, and keep firing
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Cause you know it's lame as soon as you hear sirens
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Move in silence but be all ears
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Don't listen to the talk because it's all fear
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It's right here, it's thoughts, it's idears
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It's off the Mark Walberg dog, it's our year
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Let's start the party, Hoorah and ah yeah!
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All we need is some mid [?] and malt beers
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I be jumping up on chairs
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Telling everybody I'm the brand new Paul Revere, like
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[Hook]
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Only the truth gets spit...
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[Verse 2: Boldy James]
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All my guns got hairpin triggers
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You Spongebob Squarepants, yellow-bellied niggas who square dance
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Don't stand a chance against my concrete
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You Taliban when them doors slide on that caravan
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No more Mr Nice Guy, feel my wrath
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Cause nice guys always finish last
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Say hello to the bad guy, goodbye
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Catch the holy ghost when I get you baptized
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And prayed over, it's nap time
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Tec 9, hollow tips, bottle cap size
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And give you a makeover: flatline
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For them 9s, them splits, and them halftimes
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Last time you see a bad guy like me
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Icy with a mag under my white T
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Hook, line, sinker, cast iron
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Reppin the [?]
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Golden Midas
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| ASher Roth |
