| Yo I’m taking 'em breaking 'em down
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| Clowning, we’re making 'em frown
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| Claiming they spraying a round
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| They are just Drake in a gown
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| There’s no mistaking the sound
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| Of bones when they break on the ground
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| You can catch Shay in a crown, not the Victoria now
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| Ultimate Warrior style
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| Shaking the ropes of the ring
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| Used to be rolling with Sting
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| Cutting the throat of the king
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| Ya’ll are some brothers in arms?
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| Ya’ll’ll be both in a sling
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| I’m one of the X-men
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| Angel, let me open my wings
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| Breaking through windows to fly
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| High when I enter the sky
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| Ya’ll don’t want any of mine
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| You a miniature guy
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| Rappers they actually hope
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| To write paragraphs that I wrote
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| Angry with bags of that coke
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| They are just mad cause I’m dope, dope, dope
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| I say it three times for emphasis
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| I’m like Lex Luger, Tony Blanchard, Arn Anderson
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| TV Title U.S. Champion
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| Take a steel chair to Magnum T. A
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| And pin him for the win
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| «You see, we don’t care anything about doing endorsements. |
| We don’t like to be
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| movie stars. |
| And rest assured, when we walk in a shopping mall, it might as
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| well be Johnny Carson.»
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| Yo I’m illin' and killin' on sight
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| I’m penicillin on mics
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| Ready and willing to fight
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| I am Godzilla in Nikes
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| I am Chewbacca in Ralph
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| Lauren, you closer to Alf
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| ES is kind of a boss
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| Like Ben Linus in Lost
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| I am not rhyming like Ross
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| Cut from the finest of cloth
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| You swearing you stirring the pot
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| Try spending time on the broth
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| Try spending time on the meat
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| Substance for people to eat
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| Bars that I kick are so dark
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| You think I’m rhyming in goth
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| Everyone’s hooked on a drug
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| Government running our blood
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| Murdering, sending out Scuds
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| Sweeping it under the rug
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| I am inhuman with rhymes
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| Using a nuclear mind
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| I am Morris Day without Prince
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| I’m improving with Time
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| I keep on telling em' now
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| Precious Paul Ellering style
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| Mr. Fuji in a Gucci
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| Cane to your skeleton now
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| «I quit» match, spit it over sick tracks
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| You try to handle the steel
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| Like managing George «The Animal,» now fix that |