| You better run and hide when you hear my growl
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| Cause I’m a hip hop creature, and I’m on the prowl
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| While I’m talkin I’m stalkin, and rappers are my prey
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| I creep at night and I sleep all day
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| I despise the sunrise, swoon the moonrise
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| Then like a beast I increase in size
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| But your cries ain’t nothin to me, cause I don’t pity you
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| And my mission is to cold get rid of you
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| Bitin MC’s, I’m fightin MC’s
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| Bring em to their knees, plus: «Drive on, please
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| Spare my life!» |
| but you’re a sacrifice
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| I write the rhymes from the blood drippin off my mic
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| It ain’t Jason, it ain’t Poltergeist
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| Even though the rhymes are fly, it ain’t Vincent Price
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| It’s just the first part of the double feature
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| So you better run, boy, cause I’m the Hip Hop Creature
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| I make Jeckyll & Hyde seem like Hansel & Gretel
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| Tom & Jerry, or Albert and Costello
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| But yo, this ain’t slapstick, it’s like a horrorflick
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| And I’m a gool, and I’m here to school
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| Mediocre rappers with a style that’s scary
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| And eerie, which makes you leary
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| You not even wanna look in my direction
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| And grab a cross, and think that’s your protection
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| But yo, this ain’t Dracula, that’s too regular
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| I’m much more frightening, especially when lighning
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| Strikes, and it’s 12 midnight
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| You’re in for the scare of your life
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| Cause it’s a frightnight-mare
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| There’s no way you can run, cause I’ll reach ya
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| And furthermore I fight you and I beat ya
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| And here’s the second part of the feature
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| You better run, homebody, cause I’m the Hip Hop Creature
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| I’m the Hip Hop Creature, here to do my job
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| Scare the suckers, cause my monologue is McCobb
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| That’s why MC’s see me and try to get chummy
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| I rap so close around em and they end up like a mummy
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| Dummy, you gets nothin from me
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| Except the creeps, so I suggest you keep
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| A safe distance between you and I
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| Stay back, like Brooklyn: do or die
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| Cause I’m 'bout to knock you out like Tyson on a roll
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| Hit you with a beat, I rhyme outta control
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| A non-stop attack landin on your brain
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| You’re lookin kinda wobbly, do you know your name?
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| Now the match is over, I put you in your place
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| Forget Al Pacino, I’m the Rap Scarface
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| I got directors flockin to have me in their feature
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| Coming soon to your town: The Hip Hop Creature |