| Give 'em some skin, a real country bumpkin
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| Get up off his property, the Villain, Fuzzy Lumpkins
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| Dumpin', enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunkin'
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| When he’s on tour, keep your paws off his pumpkin dumplin'
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| Town village nympho, now it’s all his though
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| The way she got down was far from privileged info
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| Break up to make up, wake up and smell the indo
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| Just from how she liked to show her belly button ring tho'
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| Couldn’t tell em nothin', 5200, Atari, or Sega
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| Test tube L’s with the lid, Garcia y Vega
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| His tongue is like a sword that’s mighty like a pen
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| And you ain’t seen nothin' like The Mighty Quinn
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| Alrighty Then!
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| Seal the deal with the shakin' of a hand
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| People’s catchin' feelings like it’s Making of the Band
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| Villain have your fake man, quakin' in his Vans
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| When he do a jam, fans break dancin' in the stands
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| Chances are, he’ll lose the battle and the war
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| Tryin' to go to shore with just a paddle and an oar
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| Oo, shucks, he should have known them two schmucks
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| Would have came through the game
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| Lame ducks, off beaucoup bucks
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| Yo, Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water
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| I advise all fathers to watch they daughters
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| It’s goin' down tonight
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| We got monster’s in the crowd, and they ready to fight
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| Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water
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| I advise all fathers to watch they daughters
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| You know we keep tricks up the sleeve
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| Comin' through with the Justice League (But you don’t hear me though)
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| I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat
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| BMX got your guns, old folks got soap
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| Homeless Sally from Cali cursed, cats in the alley
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| Sounds so foul, we washed our mouths out with soap
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| I came up with cats, that never be smilin'
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| I called DOOM he said meet him on Monsta Island
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| Where the girls look good
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| And them MC’s be whilin'
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| You can catch me in Valuer Suits, stylin'
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| With Lady Jaye holdin' hands with the Baroness
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| Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes don’t got nothin' on this
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| I got them Go Go Gadgets
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| So when the Cobra-La come through the floor
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| I’m puttin' snakes in baskets
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| We rhyme and do our thang
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| He’s like Stymie from Our Gang
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| Guitar twang, try me, and WHA DA DA DANG
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| I don’t think you want to know
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| Even if you still do
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| And want me to, I’ll tell you
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| But then I’d have to kill you
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| «WILL YOU?» |
| Please
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| It’s like a Grilled Cheese sammich
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| Gotta bring the butter or the bread’ll get damaged
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| Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire
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| If you ask nicely, and bring a glass
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| We’ll share the last beer, here
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| After the Cold Vein and Doomsday, we don’t need no pop
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| REVOLUTION, we hit cops with Judo Chops
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| All you see is red, black, and green
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| Know I’m down for my team
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| They killed Radio Raheem!
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| Now I want to smoke a blunt, you know, blow off some steam?
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| Open my mouth like Godzilla, and all you see is light beams
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| Now this rap shit ain’t all that it seems
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| You can leave it to the Supa Friendz to spill the beans |