Intro:
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Yeah, yeah yeah. Open your mouth (aaaah). Open it! Wide.
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Psycho Les:
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I'm coming running at you with an axe, chop you in the hip
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Now you fuckin' hop don't don't ask me any questions (questions)
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Why too many ears at my sessions
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With opions, but not this year (no question)
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Strickly answers, Luke dancers, chasing off happy campers
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And wanna be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit I don't like
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But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight
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So what the fuck? When I hit you know I struck
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Knuckle game, test and get munked
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Nigga dissed me, forget this and you back in the rhyme with a punch line
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Trying to slamp you in broad daylight around lunch time, so what the fuck?
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Don Gobbi:
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No false assumption, I cut a face just like a pumpkin
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Potted up and drunken, grabbin' my balls while gruntin'
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You just a munshkin, not even half of the equivalent
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My team is militant, criminals who swear they innocent
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You insignificant, I turn diesel niggas to involents
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You started it, I'll finish it, deminish it
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I'm killing it, word duke, I let it known don't fuck with Gobbi
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Act a man like rack of lamb and feed the body to the rody
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Smokin' Suckas Wit Logic and raised with project lobby
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I let you choose your fate, your only crews will wait
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I'm heavyweight and when I'm old and great yo I rejuvenate
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And duplicate, and slam man like Sumo tournaments
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Fake thugs get plugged and missles launched to their coordinates
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Hip hop cornered it, a-yo we fear none, rappers hootchies and spear guns
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Bustin' threw your ear drums, we leave the ears numb
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Get You Open like Black Moon and spot a kill of gorillas
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A plattoon of baboons (that stab wounds) to make the shit worse hit up your
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soft spaces
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A bunch of niggas with court cases and all faces
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And torch places and leave the spot crispy, smokin' like a hippy
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From now until I'm 50
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Hook:
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Unciviled (x4)
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But now I start to realize
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Don Gobbi:
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Yo turn the mic on, Ju visualize like nightcorn
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You fake thug niggas still sleep with the lights on
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You quite wrong thinkin' that your team is like strong
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We strangle y'all niggas like pythons, we like flaws
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Corona outlaws, 52 Southpaw
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Hungary as niggas that'll come out yours
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Stick a nigga in a heartbeat, it's the cold blooded Dominican dark meat
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Hook
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Uncivilized
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The Beatnuts |