Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water
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Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up
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I oughta duct tape your infant daughter
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Show y'all soldier ass niggaz
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I'm murder city's Sargeant Slaughter
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Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber
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I betcha I'll drill your heifer like Black & Decker
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This pussy wrecker and white water couldn't get it wetter
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I'm guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar
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I give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters
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What's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather
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I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
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And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em
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Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit
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Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list
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Banana niggaz need to split
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Quit fucking with this thorough Atlanta click
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This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic
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My pen and pixel make violence more graphic
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I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it
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One muthafuckin' verse and it's already a classic(x2)
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Killer Mike nigga!
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(Hook)(x2)
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Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
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The game is over k.b. baby won't you
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Just quit the contemplating cause
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I'll box you in your muthafuckin mouth
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(Big Boi)
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My Cadillac got that boom, boom in it, listen to it drop
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Like cereal in your breakfast bowl just jumpin' off the top
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A nigga don't stop for squares or octagons prepare
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I'm not the one you scared, the Piccolo Pimp done set up shop
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Nigga you pop lock, for pop rocks, but I'm only poppin tweeters
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And woofers and pussies be blowing purple wit' my feet up
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I'mma eat up anybody who tests this, I'm blessed wit'
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Super human powers, poke your chest in, the next of kin
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Gone be the first one like some Mexicans to buck
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Nigga you stuck like a truck in red dirt, you's in church
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And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin'
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The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin'
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You're not, your clock stop, and now you're laying in a pretty box
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And now pastor is only talking 'bout the pretty parts of your life
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Your brother fuckin' your damn wife
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You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
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It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
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It's too late, 'cause you hate
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Punk pussy ass bitch, game over, who want some?! (Hook)
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(Killer Mike)
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Roll my blunts thick, like I like my bitch
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Lick my blunts and spit, like she do my dick
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Attempted murder dick, for ways I choke chicks
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Spit it in her eye make it hard to focus
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(Big Boi)
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Killer Mike gonna calm down, things gonna get a little crazy
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Ol' girl might yell rape G, you might as well give her a throat baby
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Goop goobler, goop gravy, no dicking her down to the ground
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Now you doing the Dirty South, know what I'm talkin' about
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(Killer Mike)
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Big Boi, my mentor, hear what you hollering about
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But fuck that, I'm looking for love all in her mouth
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Need her to gobble up jism, like school lunches
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Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches
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(Big Boi)
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Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus
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You wanna approach us, buzzards and vultures
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We two of the dopest mic controllers
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Stack big bank, honey folders
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Even wit' rollers, I'm trying to told ya
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Even loving, lavish, ladies, leaving, landmarks
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Of Lemon-lime, lip gloss on your lavender lapels
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Leaping lizards, keep me slizzard, my mind's expanding
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Readily rappin' and snappin', snappin' and trappin'
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That's just what's happening (Hook)
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(J-Sweet)
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A whey you want come dis
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When you know you nuh fit
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You better move you bombo
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Before me start trip
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Nuff a them a talk OutKast
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Nuff a them a trip
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Nuff a them come in like a bitch
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Whey wear slip
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A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris
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A OutKast me spar wid
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So boy nuh try dis
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If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
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Gun shot a go teck you just like fits
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Boy hear me song an' thought a remix
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Brand new tune platinum hits
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We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch
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OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike
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Snappin' And Trappin'
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