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Busta Rhymes
- Oh, my Lord! Lower the casket down (Down!)
- Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow! (Pow!)
- Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town (Town!)
- Ground zero, Shapiro the king cash cow (Cow!)
- Do I make 'em say "Wow!"? Strip! (Ow!)
- Bow! I sit with the pound, Click, (Blow!) Blow!
- Click, click, (Blow!) Click, (Blow!)
- Stop traffic, dropping them classics, flip now
- Bitches, I’m making them skip with thou
- Art, you don’t really want start, when I growl
- (Rawr, rawr, rawr!)
- Let me come and mop up the knock offs
- When I pop off and never stop, 'cause
- When we do come through, you better lock doors (Pause!)
- The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
- No need to cook up the coke, you see we cop raw
- And if you ain’t had enough—
- What—in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
- Fahrvergnügen fuck—is going on?
- Back with the B.A Baracus, callous bang, on another song
- I’mma have these niggas nervous
- And clipping they nails and dribbling
- And witness them, nibble them, like sunflower seed shells
- See these scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales
- And I shit on these males, till it's stinkin'
- Fouler, than a weed smell,nigga, your tree fell
- See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming an email?
- Talking I'm sick, I got them shook and I bang 'em at retail
- Until they cripple, see I cook, like I’m slanging a weed sale
- Until I triple bread, and whoop ‘em and drag 'em, like females (Sfu ahe! Gasp!)
- Oh, see well, these niggas already know
- The way that I fuck shit up, minus the details, the case is shut
- Your bitch remind me of replacement butt
- Kind of an ancient slut, it's going down
- Like she was a basement fuck
- Swell up this shit, like I’m sticking steaks in they gut
- So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake niggas up
- Ragdolling these niggas, and attacking
- Like apes in the cut, I’m waiting for the taking
- While I break niggas neck, like a bracelet (fuck!)
- It’s kinda like, me having a case in the truck
- And drinking ‘til I’m blasted
- Harassing and erase a nigga (What!?)
- Keeping 'em open and blacking until I’m leaving ‘em stuck
- And got ‘em happier, than a child in a park chasing a duck
- While I’m chasing a buck
- These funny niggas be chasing they luck
- I be lacing them up, like boots
- When I’m pushing they face in the mud—
- (Ahgah!) Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire
- ‘Til this shit circling back around
- With more fire for me to melt a brick surfacing back a sound
- While I light up shit that'll cause a quick worship
- And gather around, it's certain this shit'll splatter cliques
- Painful and make ‘em scatter (Blink!)
- Shameful, the way I shatter (Split!)
- Shit apart, it doesn't matter (Rip!)
- Your head up off your shoulders (With)
- Bullets bigger, than a boulder
- And they break ‘em and they know it's (Classic!)
- And the way it’s going, you could easily get your (ass kicked)
- See, me and Shady together; we’re crazy
- Like baking a vomit and rabies cake, like a pastry bitch
- (We that sick!) like I come from Haiti
- I’m suggesting you pay me, don’t make me wanna spaz
- (Al la la!) Like I’m a crazy Israeli (Bastards!)
- While I bite the beat up, and I'm starting to heat up (Yack!)
- I’m chopping your foot off
- Now it’s mine, and I’m putting my feet up (Black!)
- Back to the hood and off to the wild
- And I’m hoping you protect your child
- And I been blacking out so long
- Niggas is asking if the hook had died, nah
- But the beat is fried!
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