Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
We sit back and relax and watch 'em make violent crimes,
And visual acuity yeah no this is real rap non of that synthetic
Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
And remember my rule
Forever and ever i talk, non stop,
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
On top dubia, india. stop to buy india
I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh
Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid
And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great
Though we were some muslims, had to have our bread and meat
I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat
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