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    Verse 1 [Ryu]
    Better call them coppers quick
    You don't wanna hear them choppers spit
    Run up on em with a black component
    Crack his dome for talking shit
    Who the fuck he think he is?
    I don't know but he runs his lips
    I'm gonna get em in a minute gonna put em in a little bitty box and tounge his bitch
    And I mean it
    What I mean is
    On the beat I'm a demon breathin
    Red Dragon yup saggin dog from my pants to my penis
    Extremist
    When I'm the move better move and duck sucker
    Be cool
    Them Demigoons don't give a fuck fucker
    What about that dough you got?
    What about that Rov you bought?
    If anybody wanna bet you ballin bitch I'm all in no you not
    Uh uh
    I swear it
    Your broke it's
    Apparent
    Them S.O.B.s beastin the beat and I'm incoherent
    Embarrassd, out smoked your parents can barely bare it
    Their only son is a joke compared to the ranch he's a carrot
    A parrot mockin my sinister style with a Mary Poppins
    All you hear is me cockin it back and it's ch ch ch POW!

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    Take that
    Get the mask
    Take that
    Take the cash
    Come and get ya face slapped
    Yea boy ima bust that ass

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    Verse 2 [Tak]
    Yea
    When I get my hands up on this weapon best believe there's mayhem
    Taxodermy, wax a birdie, bully in this play pen
    Zip his belly button to his face In position with the tanks
    Gotta mention K-9 sniff em by the lakes
    Whoa!
    Supersonic, doo doo vomit, get ya fuckin crew demolished
    See I grew my roots in music while you hoola hoop through college
    Better wear some protective gear they don't care bout ya record here
    And if they do we wish you luck
    Whoopdy whoop
    Squish his guts
    You don't wanna get ya back sweaty put em in a jar and twist a limb
    Slain with a red and black machete
    Poor little boy was just a kid
    Spread the news, tell a partner
    Yea this beat is hella proper
    Servin these stupid vermont
    And ship em back to hell with out them
    It's a rap, sew his tissue, tell the ref to blow the whistle
    Stash his helmet in his locker with a super soaker pistol

    [Ryu]
    Get the missle
    Get the gun
    You don't wanna see me one on one
    Pick the mission here we come
    In position what you want?

    Chorus

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