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Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something

Yo

Yo, yo M.C.'s out there, you better stand clear

It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere

From New Jerz straight talk, America's best

Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at

Y'all amateurs act like hoes offending us

We're special eders go on tours on banana bus

D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks

Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch

Word to god doc throw more lines then fishing rod

No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-all (yo)

Buttons is pressed to remove the press

Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (yo)

Set up cones when I'm firing chrome

I'm hitting ladies to old men in retirement homes

Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon

Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done

Suspects change clothes

Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove

Hot to death, cops is vex

I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex

Drive by on the baja

Snatch the cartier watch I

Bounce laughing off like clue "HAHA"

Doc is like poppy, supplying you grand

So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin Man

Forever underground

Nigga duck the mic when we come around

Control hammer like the mighty Thor

Bringing thunder down

Now you're in store for predator

Like refugees I come to settle score

Half-baked medifore, that taste even better raw

Hardcore holy war

Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur

Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw

Time to walk my labrodor

Living out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours

Code red fill 'em full of lead

Grateful dead live from Hemstead

Tiger kung fu know the ledge

Check the full fledged knucklehead

Clam bread, living on the edge used to be the best

Jack Frost sniffing at your nose, get your Suddafed

Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head

Off track like O.D.B., I'm too black

I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign your back, motherfucker (It ain't even a question)

This side niggas too hardcore (it ain't even a question)

That side niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question)

In the middle niggas too hardcore (it ain't even a question)

So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (what cha want?) (it ain't even a question)

Def Squad niggas too hardcore (it ain't even a question)

Wu-Tang niggas too hardcore (it ain't even a question)

Def Jam niggas too hardcore (turn it up, turn it up, turn it up)

So what cha, what cha, what cha, want?

Yo stomp with the big dogs

Sick dog lurking (Roof Roof)

Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains

Denver Bronco fan, glock squirting

Brick city, stering wheel hurting

Prepare y'all fast car for lane merging

Hasta manana, y'all crash like that yanna, cock block into gramma

Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. bandanas

While we fuck 'em on camera

It's too late to plant bate for my click to fall

We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog

When I tee, LA ride, "It's y'alls"

Website couldnn't find a site wit macintosh

On John Walsh

America's most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat

Uh huh, we speak for the unheard

Caught in the matrix

Sound from the subbasement, "spread the word"

Like incurables from dirty bird, beyond basic

John Wu these fake niggas, give 'em replacements

The thrill-a of a park killer

Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he iller

Inject the dufus wit the lupus

Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless

My filled fly and filled groupless

Observe the record, living out my name Repid

Study man and all his methods

And through his ethic, learn to expect the unexpected

One step ahead I, return like Jedi

Three hours behind your punk ass, catching a red eye

First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote

On the wall in the bathroom stall, shittin' these quotes

"Fuck you all"

Scaredy cat kid, ducking these dogs

You don't like us, then we don't like y'all, lick the balls

Be easy, speak easy

This one be off the heazy

Like my pubic hair, black and greazy (It ain't even a question)

This side niggas too hardcore (it ain't even a question)

That side niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question)

In the middle niggas too hardcore (it ain't even a question)

So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (what cha want?) (it ain't even a question)

Def Squad niggas too hardcore (it ain't even a question)

Wu-Tang niggas too hardcore (it ain't even a question)

Def Jam niggas too hardcore (turn it up, turn it up, turn it up)

So what cha, what cha, what cha, want? (it ain't even a question)

(It ain't even a question)

Too hardcore (it ain't even a question)

(It ain't even a question)

So what cha, what cha, what cha, want? (it ain't even a question)

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