I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
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If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
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I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora
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Are you a hore or are you a lady?
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Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?
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Let me know hon, the deed'll get done
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Just assume the position, I'll take my rod
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And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'
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When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure
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I came to work your body, so let me do my job
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I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off
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Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes
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Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
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Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot
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Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot
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I never been a front, I never a fraud
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I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord
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Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed
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I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest
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I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw
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From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom
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[Chorus]
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(boom sha lock lock boom)
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All right now
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(Boom sha lock lock boom)
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A little louder
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(Boom sha lock lock boom)
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Everybody
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(Boom sha lock lock boom)
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All right now
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Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper
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Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper
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Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
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I know ya think I have, but yo
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I never heard of ya
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Just because you heard of me kid
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Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid
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I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead
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When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed
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Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king
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It ain't no thing, my cargo ring
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We'll bust you in the crib
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I got the skill, you gots to chill
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Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom
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[Chorus]
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I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles
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I rock all mikes, I last all night
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I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts
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Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts
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Everlast, that's my name
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My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame
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The House Of Pain's the name of my clip
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You can't be down, punk, get off my dick
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You make me sick, like strawberry Quik
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Your style is wack, you ain't the mac
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So yo step back, get off the crack
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And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom
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[Chorus (2x)]
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Shamrocks And Shenanigans
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