Bitch
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Yeah...
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[1] - Shit can happen [8X]
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[Kon Artis]
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Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo
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That's right motherfuckers we back
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Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on hoodrats
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They say I act like I'm too famous to say hi
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And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless...
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You niggas don't get it yet do you
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Dealin out platinum or flop I still put it through you
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Wit a luger that'll spit fire
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And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah
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You think for one second since we got a deal
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That we won't deal wit you in front of St Andrew's still?
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You gay rappers better learn that
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I won't stop until I see 'em turn back
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If you don't slow that roll you got
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You gon see these Runyan Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac
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Fo' sho' that, ask the others
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But gator lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother
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[Kuniva]
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You know I'm feelin real rowdy tonight
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Ready to fight and half the niggas I give dap to I don't even like
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The same cat who never gave a damn about your name
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I gives a fuck about it like the next sellin Clippers' game
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I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom
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You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em
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Who call theyself screamin about a challenge
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Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin it off mere talent
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My skills are deeply embedded even your hoe said it
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She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow legged
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In the middle of rappin I drop the mic
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And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin
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Kuniva and Kon Artis my nigga we get it crackin
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While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin
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[HOOK: 1- in background]
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[Kon Artis]
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Now this aint funny so don't you dare laugh
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Shit can happen in him and yo' ass
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You can be touched don't think you can't
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Cuz niggas aint fuckin around no more man [repeat]
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[Swifty McVay]
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The feds can't hold me, I hold feds
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I was born wit a dark ass cloud over my head
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Rainin acid, you can't refrain from gettin yo' ass kicked
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Cuz you talk too much you ask for it
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I'm on some massive shit, everybody ignore me
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They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performin at an orgy
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These niggas get confronted, then they change stories
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I touch you then they thinkin everything is hunky dory
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I even have you pour me the gasoline for me
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Pullin up slowly, cocktailin' your homie [CRASH]
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You met alotta niggas which you wouldn't wanna know me
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Yo' ass might not even make it home wit your rollie
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Don't even try, in your system like e coli
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Tryin to beef with me, nigga please yo' people die
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I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally
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I survived the abortion immediately, SURPRISE! AAAAAH!
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[Eminem]
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Picture me sittin in a jail cell rottin
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Or barricaded in a motel wit twelve shotguns
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So when the cops come knockin each hand's got one
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Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs
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One man army, guns can't harm me
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Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie
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Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
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I can't stop carryin out my dirty laundry
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Middle fingers flipped and censorship
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Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship
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Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite
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I been givin it a hundred and ten percent
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Cuz when I'm bent most of my energy's spent on enemies
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Eighty percent of what I invent is Hennesy
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Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin
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Ten's because I love being under your skin
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Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin
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Quit the yappin or I'ma lift the mack and
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That can lead to another mishap happenin
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Skip the crap get the can of whoopass crackin
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[HOOK]
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[1- continues in background]
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[Eminem]
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It can and it will (nigga)
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Fuck around with Amityville and you DIE
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Insanity spills from the mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies
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With their personalities split
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Fuckin you up wit hit after hit
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Stickin you up with clip after clip
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Makin you suck dick after dick
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Dirty motherfuckin dozen
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The Kon Artis, motherfuckin Peter S. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, the Kuniva
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Dirty father fuckin Harry
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Puttin you down in a cemetery, you get buried
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All you of you motherfuckers suck our moth |