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Crack you like a twig
You're like a faggot rockin' the wig
I'm the adopted kid who knocks you stepchild
Your real mom's a pig
Thats how I classify these dumb crowds
A bunch of scumbags quick to pull a gat
But look at that, your gun jams you cunt rag
You come in handy when the pussy's bleeding
But you the pussy bleeding right now
But no you ain't dreaming
Just because we white just doesn't mean we ain't scheming
How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons?
You be the type to smoke with cats
That think they blunts a seaman
We hit your wife off and barely heard that slut screaming
PCP and marijuana had a dusty meeting last evening
Oh shit I think your mom's beeping
Word thats her number no doubt
Yo I'ma break out
First I get some chinese take out
And scope jake out
Park out on the corner of your mothers building waiting for me
But I broke out before the story
And those devils never saw me

To my kids sold in sheets
Rap freaks
All you tricks in heat
We'll crack your beef for being sweet
Don't even try to sleep I'm full length
You're a snip of tape
I been in state but you tradin' jakes
While your ass inflates
My dictates what a fag you are
Up and drag stag in zanzibar
Rocking tennis shots
I'm pro what comes sports
Like a benetaur
Fuck a figure 'fore
I lace it with a cleated shirt
Smoke a fucking pound and watch these cats go berserk
I terrorize whole cities - you 'bout to feel my work
Mexican cats in shades Heavy D ate my blades
Feather-base pumps like Flavor Flav
I shed scenes on dark days
Friend of all angels on fatal car chase
Drive through the flatlands til I hit ralph
Caught the stench of the rotten projects
Bagger left and I'm out

Non-Phixion be the full monty
Saw ya off like Vinnie Ponty
I'm Noam Chomsky, nah
Fucking like Phil Bronski
I'm ill constantly
Kill with the velocity T3
Three years before the movie got out
And Ja Rule be with the gat out gotta give a shout out
To Goretex and Teikei engineerin' this, steerin' this
Just like a love boat
Or William S Borroughs' rough coat
Smell the gun smoke
You get thug broke
Like uncut coke
With no client to sell it to
Internal Revenue
There's many levels to the train of thought
We taking over airports
Get slain for sport
Probably share recourse like Puffy
Non-Phixion - Vampire slayers like Buffy
Crack you like a twig    You're like a faggot rockin' the wig    I'm the adopted kid who knocks you stepchild    Your real mom's a pig    Thats how I classify these dumb crowds    A bunch of scumbags quick to pull a gat    But look at that, your gun jams you cunt rag    You come in handy when the pussy's bleeding    But you the pussy bleeding right now    But no you ain't dreaming    Just because we white just doesn't mean we ain't scheming    How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons?    You be the type to smoke with cats    That think they blunts a seaman    We hit your wife off and barely heard that slut screaming    PCP and marijuana had a dusty meeting last evening    Oh shit I think your mom's beeping    Word thats her number no doubt    Yo I'ma break out    First I get some chinese take out    And scope jake out    Park out on the corner of your mothers building waiting for me    But I broke out before the story    And those devils never saw me       To my kids sold in sheets    Rap freaks    All you tricks in heat    We'll crack your beef for being sweet    Don't even try to sleep I'm full length    You're a snip of tape    I been in state but you tradin' jakes    While your ass inflates    My dictates what a fag you are    Up and drag stag in zanzibar    Rocking tennis shots    I'm pro what comes sports    Like a benetaur    Fuck a figure 'fore    I lace it with a cleated shirt    Smoke a fucking pound and watch these cats go berserk    I terrorize whole cities - you 'bout to feel my work    Mexican cats in shades Heavy D ate my blades    Feather-base pumps like Flavor Flav    I shed scenes on dark days    Friend of all angels on fatal car chase    Drive through the flatlands til I hit ralph    Caught the stench of the rotten projects    Bagger left and I'm out       Non-Phixion be the full monty    Saw ya off like Vinnie Ponty    I'm Noam Chomsky, nah    Fucking like Phil Bronski    I'm ill constantly    Kill with the velocity T3    Three years before the movie got out    And Ja Rule be with the gat out gotta give a shout out    To Goretex and Teikei engineerin' this, steerin' this    Just like a love boat    Or William S Borroughs' rough coat    Smell the gun smoke    You get thug broke    Like uncut coke    With no client to sell it to    Internal Revenue    There's many levels to the train of thought    We taking over airports    Get slain for sport    Probably share recourse like Puffy    Non-Phixion - Vampire slayers like Buffy