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Zombies screaming in ours ears like we're deaf
Yeah—but keep it on the D.L. Hughley
You don't watch her, he might house her like Doogie
Just to cut her loosie like, *swoosh*—Mitsurugi
Gooey gum drops—who he got his style from?
—his pops—you gotta give the bum some props
Ask ya sister—her beat box is more-thicker
as i hit em with the double entendra tongue-twister,
grave shifter, pied piper, sick scars, ill viper
go to work , and then i walk up in ya ladies house n pipe her,
non-local, gone postal, multi-focal, vocal sniper,
this anti-social full strokes her, while i change ya fuckin diapers
cant find us, dont wanna, talkin bands, need a hundred
couldnt stand, i kept punchin, crying red, now that was somethin
no rumpke, free dumpin, pumpin shots eyes all sunk in,
til i smash his mother fuckin little head all like pumpkin
Foretold, feed 'em a whole fork load
More bones than old in front of the store where it's more cold
Made more gold probably than all the box of horse show
Copped, threw some rocks up under the door mold
Fiend picked the lock, squat, shit was a foreclose
Villain, more racks than triple X pornos
One fall through the crack, he comin' back to get all those
They lying, straight faced, stay intact with a long nose
You can't change that (You know) how the song goes
Thicker than the spinners with dudes who drawing pinners
Of dirt weed, Manilla envelopes, tinfoil TV dinners
We're all beginners, touch soil in the winter
Stash box of fresh Timbs, top grill, all glimmer
Shine burn your eye if you try to fly
Could be your turn to fry if you burn the pie, bye