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[Psycho Les]
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Punk, what you gonna do now, sausage
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When I strap you to the chair and fuck your bitch with my ostrich-
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Size dick, bitch gets hypnotized quick
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Then I flip her little ass like a side kick (Word)
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The names not Bond, so come on and pass me the light
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Or the hydro chron
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Bust it, I make bitches make me sandwiches
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And scratch my ass when it itches, scratch it
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[JuJu]
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It's the funk freaker, not being the type who be bragging
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Keep my belt loose in my ?jabobee? like Dragon
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Keep a loaded clip in my sock, pack a glock
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And I kick it with my niggas up the block
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Lyrical monster still going for the jugular
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Still ugly and I'm only getting ugular
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Word up kid, I'm on another level
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Way down low, smoking cheeba with the devil
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Drunk as shit yo, my breath is mad stinking
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The devil got sick but my ass kept drinking
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So I slid, cause the nigga couldn't hang
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Went up the block to go check my man
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But really check your sister because I sorta missed her
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I ain't hit it lately cause she said she had a blister
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But now she's good and you know I'm going to hit her
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Turn her around and let her have it in the shitter
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[Psycho Les]
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I'm snatching purses, chains, write graffiti on the trains
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Disconnect the IV from my fucking veins
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And escape, bootleggers don't sell my tape
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Last nigga I caught, I left his ass in bad shape
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Oh shit, who's that homegirl with the blunt?
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Yo, your eyes crazy red, I know what you want
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You want the demon in you, you say no one can skin you
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Stop fronting bitch, and let me fucking bend you down
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Just like a comma, word to your momma
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Eat that pussy like a cherry
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Check it out, uh
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[JuJu]
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You know how it goes
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We've been representing the funk since '84
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Inhale, I smoke roaches with basketball coaches
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And stick my dills in the chocas
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Pussy!
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Sandwiches (Extended)
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The Beatnuts |