Yo this is serious shit right here
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Me and my boys, we don't fuck around
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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So if you diss me
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My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll with
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You know what?
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Y'all done fucked up
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Here go the shittalkin'
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You's a bitch ass hoe
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What you really know about killas for real though?
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Stainin' my freek show, gang of lunatics
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We the rebels for the dead
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Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin' head
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And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a little
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Rather beat ya to shit, and pull the plug at the hospital
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Callin' me this, callin' me that
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Cause you's a bitch ass nigga from the jump I wanna slap
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With the old school beat down, 10 on 1
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I don't remember no fair fights where I'm from
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Maniac and I'ma stand right where the bloodstain is at
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Hopin' you come back, nigga fuck that
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I'm the poster child of death
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I'ma keep swingin' my axe till nuthin's left
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I ain't havin' that so fuck you bitch
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Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
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Man I don't give a fuck how many records you sell
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Stories you tell, nigga check yourself
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And fuck that bitch that you're with too
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When the shit go down, where the fuck your crew?
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Probably at home bumpin' someone else
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When the shit went down they told you fuck yourself
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Now you cryin' inside little thug still frontin'
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Thinkin' to yourself why the fuck you say something
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Too many niggas wanna beat me up
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Steal my shit, slap my bitch
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I'm like fuck this
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Now you know what it's like
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To deal with real killas that don't play, everyday
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Knockin' suckas out the box, who wanna get some?
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Seven video channels for my victims
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I ain't havin' that fuck you bitch
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Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
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We the things that go bump in the night
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We ain't got no love for you, you need to get some shit right
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Bitch who you think you're fuckin' with?
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We keep this shit like a track meet, we be runnin' it
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With the hatchet on the back
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While other bitches suckin' sour tits for air time and similac
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We say fuck that, matter of fact
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You tainted our style bitch boy we want our shit back
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Don't get your head cracked you ain't tough
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And all them skills don't mean shit when you get fucked up
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So fuck your set, and fuck your crew
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And fuck every muthafucka around and down with you
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And you ain't puttin' nothin on the map
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Except for all this bullshit commercialized mainstream rap
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And I ain't havin' that fuck you bitch
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Tell your friends I'ma hater and I'm talkin' shit
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Hoe ass hoes, we stomp those hoes
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How the fuck you gonna step to Dark Carnival juggalos?
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Creators of the wicked, night breeders
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No little bitch faggots with blonde
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So anytime you see me in public
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You get a Faygo in your ass, and your jaws full of dick
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You can keep your muthafuckin' TRL
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I stay with my army in the underground and stay real
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And burn down your little TV set
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String Carson up with razor wire wrapped around his neck
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Cause that's how we do all day
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Cross to the other side bitch you're gonna pay
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We stay on the dark side of the carnival grounds
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Twiztid, Blaze, and 2 wicked clowns
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Heads are finna get chopped off, and slit
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Bout to take it way beyond talkin' shit
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Hatchet don't count, hatchet ain't included
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Knowin' goddamn well we the champs undisputed
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We don't need your radios and MTV
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Sellin' million, sayin' what the fuck we please
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**** who's coat you ridin' on?
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You gotta lick balls, and write him a song
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You got his dick buried so far up your ass
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It's hangin' out your mouth, but you like that
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And **** tried to warn ya
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And there you are receiving the dick in California
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While you gettin' fucked on the West coast
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I'm at home fuckin' Kim ****
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Fuck all you faggot ass sell out hoes
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And fuck anybody denying the juggalos
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Come to the underground and get bit
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Tell your boys I'ma hater and I'm talkin' helly shit!
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Shittalkaz (featuring Twiztid & Insane Clown Posse)
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |