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  • feat. Da Ruckus, Paradime {*"Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo-yo" repeated in background throughout the whole song*} [Swifty McVay] Yo.. uhh, where your mom at? Uhh, uhh Watch these motherfuckers macks like Guilian, a hooligan Niggaz see my face and be like "OH MY GOD, IT'S YOU AGAIN?!" It don't matter what crew you in I let loose and sent slugs, all in your face like hallucigens (ahh!) You had no clue to what the fuck we do to men (uhh) Smash 'em heads with aluminum (yeah), bats if I ain't shootin 'em (take that!) I collect the loot you spend, to whom it may (bitch) concern, you learn not to fuck wit Swifty McVay You'll burn nigga, I get into ya Like Drew Barrymore wit clamedia, I'm gettin rid of ya Now all the witnesses be (uhh, yeah, uhh) pointin fingers I'm serial When I bomb first, it's gon' be worse than bicentennial (haha) All ya appear when expected like cold soars When in World Wars, puttin slugs through whore's doors The chance is all yours, so motherfucker take it (uh-huh) Treat ya life like it's sacred or get robbed butt-naked (uhh) [Bizarre] Guess who's back, it's Mister Fuck-All-Y'all (what!?) Ya niggaz get my balls, quick to break all ya laws (yeah) I'm smokin hashin green wit the (?) Smack the mic out ya hand, quicker than Lawerence Taylor (haha) I shoot up ya whole block for no apparent reason Niggaz ain't comin back like Barry Shunder's next season (ya down!) Bizarre from the Outsidaz, smoke like easy riders (haha) Hindu niggaz off like a plate of appetizers Your girl talk trash (shut up!) nigga I'ma buck her (That bitch got AIDS) What that gotta do wit me fuckin her? Disrespect my squad, watch me start swarmin (uh-huh) You hear so much stuff you just think Kurt Franklin was performin Bizarre half dead, full of dough and bread (what?) Make opponents fit with your local crackhead (uhh) I'm doing a promo, live at the (?) (yeah) with some homos drippin wit the electrifyin mojo [Chorus] Cause the only motherfuckers that'll die tonight Smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high Motherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fight Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife! Cause the only motherfuckers that'll die tonight Smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high Motherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fight Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife! [Kuniva] Aiyyo, talkin shit will only get you fags high (uh-huh) You gon' get your dad shot, take his portable labtop (gimmie that) (hey!) You probably heard that you now we stealin halfs and food stamps, dining room sets and gold lamps (uh-huh) I'm drunk as hell cussin out old tramps (shut up!) Like the boy scouts did up camp and hit more licks than stamps I'm quick to crash, let the shottie blast Grab the dolly and drag the bodies of niggaz that lolly gagged Finish; you might as well climb in this body bag so the E.M.S. won't waste time puttin your ass in it (hey) I'm out cold like bums and frost bite in blizzards Dirty Dozen be payin rappers, run freely, visit {*PUNCH*} A big portion passed a normal artist with a deal (uh-huh) I'm heartless, comin outta battles scarless wit the skill For real, I feel I was born to lyrically kill at will Wit the power to sell wheel I'm killed (I'm serious!) Damn my man is ill, so don't you get caught Kuniva, obliterate rappers with just a meare cough I'm fierce, hungry on the prawl so you're aloud to run before I drop the mic and jump in the crowd with a gun {*PUNCH*} Shootin blind, hittin turntables and speakers DJs and bouncers be catchin bullets through they beepers [Verse Four] Yo, yo, uh-huh I embrace violence (uh-huh), loud mouth to hate silence (yeah) A grace tirent to encourage kids to go rob (?) (smoke weed) A bus driver that's near-sighted I could see ass but not people I'm supposed pick up from stops cause I ride passed it (hey stop!) Who the hell you know jump in a lake of piranas Go to church just to slain ganja and driven off drama Fuck ya mama, I'd kill her for stackin shit that high Your nose got shot cause I missed your eye A wise guy who get high off his own supply Zombie fire ya own family and make you verify The corpses, had his horsemen and'll leave your stage torchin Screamin "Beat" as soon as I show, ya niggaz fault then (let's leave!) Beats bang, got ears bleedin throughout this That's why people ignore you, like you ain't even talkin You chit-chatted and got splatted by disease Be attict and spits spontaneous like Greg Maddux I cut 'em off crooked in ganja green Ya mans is high, get ignorant, or beats, by loosin his spleen Your troop'll be seen as soon my team get on We ruinin citys like "Godzilla" through Hong Kong You ding-dong dummys ain't dumb enough to try and

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