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fuck with your brain Just fuck with your head Just fuck with your brain Just fuck with your head Just fuck with your brain Just fuck with your head Fuck... with your
till ten o'clockin' In the morning Got neighbors knockin' (sign 'em now) Fuck 'em go call them cops and Watch 'em kids walk and start boppin' Heads to what that DJ
spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch) And fuck your underground
bell You're wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy I fuckin murder your young style like JonBenet Ramsey Now who the master to beg? Your demo
Kill the DJ! Fuck what he play! Mayday Mayday!" BOOM BOOM, blood's all over the room I fucked your bitch like a witch with the broom Dooms-day, murderers
Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt-driven turntables With Technics joints (with the slipmats
next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with
up out of here, son..} (Yeah... do not attempt to adjust your radio Your system is now under the control of House Gang FM Featuring your host for the
scopes (scopes) The last head frontin' with bread became toast We run right into clubs, snub under the raincoat Shoot a cat for his chain and call it chain-smoke Fuck with
rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip Last Poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse
rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip Last Poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my tremendous
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time Rush little shotgun, rest around nine Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine Dirty and Meth guest room with
seminar ghetto rap star Slide like water rats through the Staten Resevoir Swingin swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards Commercial cats, fuckin
Spazz-Ola.. (Spazz-Ola) S-I-N-Y 10304 Lock your doors Crack your jaws Drop your drawers It's all day everyday with this rap souflee
even spit it Fuck your niggaz and them rap credits I'm in the '88 candidates, paisley'd out In them Coca-Cola rugby's, two bitches, with a front in my
it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you said was hot again? Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us Who you
