Hook:
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Walk into a room an intentional cock blocker
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Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper
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Big stacking rhymes inside of my top locker
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Vest like a biker, bottom and top rocker.
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Walk into a room an intentional cock blocker
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Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper
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Cram spitting lines harder than a dub stepper
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With rhymes knocker louder than a rock opera.
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Walk into a mall with a gun, people are panicking
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Scream, 'fuck the world!' I shoot a couple mannequins.
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Hop into my bike and ran away like sons of anarchy
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With a bunch of other kids looking for more fun in...
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We're all been abandoned, I don't need your damn companionship
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Man handling mannerism, my maniac would bang you scripts.
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I'm the, I'm the little monster with the purest raps
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People lining up like I'm a tourist travel, sure of that.
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My raps are baffling, they probably think that...
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My mind is happy, kinda baddie, plus a chatty...
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Got a handicap, kept the size of handicap
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Got a scrap handie in my backpack, but still, you're standing back.
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The band's back together like bandits in crack leather,
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Black bandanas with tossels and ten feathers.
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You can get mangled by a Bengal tiger
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Don't make me give a shit, cause you'll find that your mind fiber.
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Hook:
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Walk into a room an intentional cock blocker
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Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper
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Big stacking rhymes inside of my top locker
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Vest like a biker, bottom and top rocker.
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Walk into a room an intentional cock blocker
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Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper
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Cram spitting lines harder than a dub stepper
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With rhymes knocker louder than a rock opera.
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Uh, uh, you stay in ways deep in shit creak
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With the rap geek and a sick freak
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With the beat maker, the elite fakers like ...
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Since Big Street was on screen
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We've long dreamed for our team to ravel yours!
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Screw John is to our balls
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I sky fall through travel...
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What's mine is yours, unless of course,
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You're distant North to piss me off.
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I don't rap about my pistol pops,
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I talk about, let the bodies drop!
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This gravity asked me too
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Why you're often in a...
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I'll spill your blood like .. do
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I'll kill your crew like making you split
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I think you might be thinking lightly things will slightly change
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I pull some chains around your neck, then wash you down the drain.
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This spiral is viral, it's liable to deflower you
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X files for miles, where my freestyles are driving through town
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Who flew down, new ground broken
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There's a block cock down and the helicopter's smoking.
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This is hostile territory, hospital beds and inventory
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Lots of them dead already, heavy shells, we're bombing everybody!
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Hook:
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Walk into a room an intentional cock blocker
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Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper
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Big stacking rhymes inside of my top locker
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Vest like a biker, bottom and top rocker.
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Walk into a room an intentional cock blocker
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Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper
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Cram spitting lines harder than a dub stepper
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With rhymes knocker louder than a rock opera.
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Now I've got these lyrics, they're bubbling in my noggin
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Holler in my room while I'm hobbling like a goblin
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Holding out, the forces with me like a ...
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Similar resemblance from cigarettes and soda.
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Multiple personalities, altering mass reality
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Cultivate abnormality into an awesome salary.
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Form like voltrons these street compatible,
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No deep pleading vanity, I'm in, eating animal.
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Receding hairline, beats eating their minds
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Keep reading rare feedings, air breeding, airline.
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My microphone is a machete in its own right
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Promise that I won't bite ...
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And I will not commit myself to an asylum,
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Even though I'm schyzo and my thoughts are often violent.
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I know how to clear a room, hokey musketeer guys
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Smoke... and Bentleys
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Filling up your staircase.
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Hook:
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Walk into a room an intentional cock blocker
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Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper
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Big stacking rhymes inside of my top locker
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Vest like a biker, bottom and top rocker.
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Walk into a room an intentional cock blocker
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Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper
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Cram spitting lines harder than a dub stepper
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With rhymes knoc |