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[Ol Bastard]
I'll grab and the mic and now I you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the examiner
One verse then out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the right
Wake him up and I ask him
Why did he intend --
competition to get an ass kickin so
Boy you shouldn't bother
Leave me alone like the (son G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte
and MC's start to
(I stepped up to a jet kid, started speakin spanish!
Yo he wasn't from
I asked him how he get so dark, the said suntama!
He so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest
I brought out the in him
Caught him with a strong deadly venom
him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the slang, that'll crush the shit you bring)
I watch ass take a big fall, why?!
My Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man (I the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then change to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin fuckin ass
stayed and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy sweatin (Poxie)
Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, in a seven (shoe)
(Now picture with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night Fever shit John Travolta
I come I make knowledge born, I flip the script
and on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're down, niggaz grab my what what
Can't understand it the panaroma
(A complete of how I defeat you)
Should of stepped to fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust that ass
(You ran to Texas and came back but the chainsaw!)
And to perform a massacre
Better be coming some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
the person who did em, well you just better
So I'm stepping to (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the to the metal
You and DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, kicks your measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still with pleasure
(C'mon be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a) Philly
(I used to write all the time when I
Grab the mic, then I kinda like for broke
With visually concepts rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to rhymes then choke
Some think they be harmin this, claimin they be this)
But they remains a-nom-ynous
I pull like Jimi Hendrix
more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, better start (bullet proof)
Arm with a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just like the in the Cornfield