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    You could strike a match in my hand
    Too black to tan
    Heavy metel rythem from a one man band
    Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
    Whippin at the fairies with a brass belt buckle
    Born in the ghetto
    Hard like metal
    Gotta '87 'vet with a fat gas pedal
    River hard lite
    Shave wit a knife
    Love to get freaky on the grooviest nights

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    Got childhood scars
    From the streets of my life
    Girls laugh now they beggin to be mix'a'lots wife
    A new breed is here vigilanties o' rap
    Got eyes like fire wit my boys at my back
    Now im back for revenge all the rumors must end
    Quickie breathin is out
    Whole music is in
    Alot of dummies get paid just for clappin thier hands
    Not the style or desire of a true iron man

    Oooh south side ruler
    Dont drink cooler
    Big money maker
    Not a dumb drug user
    Is real not drama
    Paid pet lamha
    Met clint eastwood
    Slapped his mama
    Billboard thrilla
    Avenue chilla
    Hard rock lova and
    Soft rock killa
    Girls in the house
    Watch yo blouse
    I am the man yo moma was warnin you about
    The bad boy of rap
    Givin no slack
    Talk behind my back and
    You might get slapped
    You might get paid
    But yo metal aint real
    Your metals like mush
    This metals like steel!

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    Big e gold crushin
    Mc fussin
    More lines in my face than a sunburnt russin
    Hardly ever speakin
    Girls be tweakin
    Buggin off the drums cuz my snare be peekin
    Worlds most hated
    Too bad ta be graded
    Makin you mad
    And i be pated
    Be single hater
    Your bad im greater
    Tougher than swarchinager in terminater
    Guitar chord ripper
    Peria sipper
    Transboard scratcher
    And not a lil stripper
    Fleash like steal
    Mc steal
    Mickey dees shrimp salad not part of my meal
    Heavy drum begginer
    Cant stand kidders
    Hate funk metal and not a bullshitter
    Girlies wanna kiss
    Suckas throwin fists
    Lotta rappas try ta rock but it aint like this!

    The iron man of rap droppin the big metal, hammer!

    Now thats true rap passia

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    Composición: Tony Iommi, Bill Ward, Geezer Butler, Ozzy Osbourne y Black Sabbath

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