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WELCOME 2

Yeah (yeah), told you we'd be back (told you we'd be back), to hell (welcome to hell)...

There's a switch I flip emotions cut off, so cold I done my butt off
and this even the tip of the iceberg yet, it's like squirtin' a squirt gun in the ocean- fuck off!
words, I ain't put a dent in the game compared to the damage I have yet to do
as long as you still have feelings to hurt, I'll be around as as you let me get to you
as as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb you just a false alarm
get scant little piss ants and see if I don't along and stomp your farm
thunder and lightening, rain hail sleet with a tornado's the kind of brain I get
so when wind starts blowin', shit about goin' in? Goin insane's more like it
wizard of when he spits hazardous with it, like a disastrous blizzard
so you better listen quick fast or miss it, yeah go little prick bastard dis it
but when you get hit a sick ass explicit flow don't ask how much of his passion is it
that goes in, it just know that all he know is, that it's better to kick ass than it
Dick Dastardly of audacity, mental unmatched it has to be
but it can't be, but man i can't just keep doin' 'em like that or no one 'll rap with me
one, you ask who is it?

Guess who just through the blast you bitches?
With the ratchet the book of Mathew, a book of matches lightin' 'em under linen
you about to have to admit it, pass you the mic ask you to spit it
and you got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands, I'm they gonna laugh when you going to the bathroom wit it
now wit what, would you come us better be
somethin' a big foot pedigree
easily these are the reasons we need to be in ya'll prayers
region breeds the MC's that wanna be them what means that they wanna breathe our air
with ideas
anybody thinking the game don't need, the Bad and the regime, that's like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn't need Isaiah...

Shit piss and bleed this it's a different breed of I swear
better there's too much at stake and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
you can kiss my ass and stains out my underwear that I don't even wear...

It's be no fair, it's like hitting the lottery, oh yeah
who you know hotta' gotta' be no pair
shotty that I got 'ol your hair
classic smash it smother it, read it and weep then perhabs you have no rebuttal in
fact you seein' me in this is like sayin' Tlla Tequila can sing like Jazmine Sullivan

Back to bash skull again
push a bitch out the Aspen and tell her "get the fuck dodge" (Dodge Aspen)
shouldn't have to my metaphors you has beens are duller than
color books that ain't colored in, second and third fourth wind got another
here they come again, none other Bad and Evil also known as Saddam and Osama Bin
it's been a long time but I bet that neither one of us have felt sicker than we do known
and we only get iller with time me, and Nickel fuckin' shit up on a dime, so us to pipe down's
like talkin' to a meth head, Bruce Willis on his death bed last breath with an
fightin' it while he's watchin' internet porn to meet his death with an errection
my God, what I mean is David Carradine his penis in front of his tripod
chokin' his own neck, what part you don't I'm sayin' I die hard!

When you to my bars, nothing but the f-ir-
e, coming out your iPod, we come up in the place chicks heads start spinnin' like white walls

Gotch your mother suckin' my balls, while we each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs
and I never I'm

The 5'9 and the Marshall, we spit with an intensity to shut shit down
in the two different entities with a propensity to put these n-u-t's up inside of your fuckin' mouth...Aw shit. Stop it. Yo, Welcome to the CD.