Oh yeah

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It's the crook with the shit look causin' mass danger

Torturing crews like Jews in gas chambers

The angel of death, street smart, lyric arranger

Complicated, my styles change, I get stranger

Freak flows, let opponents know

That I combat the stats and defeat the foes

Gots to get money, kid, you know how it goes

And I'm still livin' foul, even stickin' up hoes

Equipped with the Beatnuts funk

Ain't another brother kickin' phat beats with spunk

Duck tried to test me but his ass flunked

I rolled him in some bamboo and threw him in my trunk, punk

I told you once, and I won't tell you twice

I freak the stunts and I won't pay the price

For stickin' in her paradise, 'cause it's all good

I know you wish you could

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I know you wish you could

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Get

You got the blues, but the Kool is your savior

Down to just daze ya, Beatnuts wanna blaze ya

Raise ya, give you junky juice that was major (Aw yeah, and you don't stop)

Come on

Comin' from the soul, 'cause the heart is the funk spot

Diggin' through shit that I found out in the park lot

Talk not, bustin' crazy shots at the dome, squeeze

Ju come down, spray these **** with that funk, please

Somebody said you was looking for static, G

Those who try to play me close could die tragically

I got a merciless flow that's emphatically fatal

It attacks the brain automatically

Unleashing lyrical wrath to leave you open

Crews that choose to bite might find yourselves chokin'

Dirty and low, I never do what the Pope says

I'm tryna get money like Felipe Lopez

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With a one, two, three, a three, a two, one

Only type of twat a preacher could eat is nun

Hon, don't it sound sweet to the drum?

Drum trip, as I flip till it's done

Son, act like you recognize dad

Run to poppa, come get what you never had

I'm and ducks get mad 'cause it's all good (Superbad)

I know you wish you could

Get funky

We got you wanting more puff from the 'Nut

Go on, take a hit from my shit, but it's a rough one

Bust one, remember what they said, never trust one

Used to be two down in the crew, now it's plus one

I kick that old cool style, got ya fiendin'

Blowin' ya mind just like that red light beepin'

I'ma get buck and blast a shot in your eye

Make way motherfucks, it's the real superfly