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    Intro/hook (x2)

    (*the hardcore rap act is back!*)
    (*ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? *) hardcore!!!
    (*the hardcore rap act is back!*)
    (*no i, no I ain't smilin*)

    Verse 1: dray

    Yo, yo
    I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up
    Smackin up the wack and solid scheme they hook the track up
    So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
    Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
    Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit
    Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit
    So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in
    Cos in a second i'ma pull a fuckin tek-in
    Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick
    Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin dick
    Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my dj
    Strictly kickin facts and then we max like tj
    Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin
    And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin
    Or broken, no jokin, I shoot them *? in them rise? *
    Fuckin with das you wind up in hos-
    -pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it
    If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it
    Cos yo...

    Hook (x2)

    Verse 2: skoob, dray

    Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumours
    My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas
    Wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna
    I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner
    So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the government
    But I be snappin on mc's like your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty
    And a burner and I keeps the 2 ready
    To hit you in your chest like steve young do jerry
    Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical
    Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables
    And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant
    See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes winstons

    Well it's the d-a-s, I can't forget the e-a
    F-a to the x so when I flex y'know I bein
    A fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy
    Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me
    I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them
    I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them
    I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it
    Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record
    I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that
    Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that
    I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin
    So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it

    Hook (x2)

    Verse 3: skoob

    Abara-cadabara, return of the punk mc batterer
    I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in attica
    From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat
    Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat
    Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest
    Flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been
    Lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style
    Ever since the days of the clarks and the argyles
    Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha
    When I blow up the spot wit more watts than rolanda
    And when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2
    Teks, flex raps like bruce lee flex the kung-fu
    Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
    That fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight
    Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly
    Now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't pirrelli
    Wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up
    I'm weeded up, yo dice I need a cut
    Bring it!

    Hook (x2)


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