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* send corrections to the typist{*"Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo-yo" repeated in background throughout the whole song*}[Swifty McVay]Yo.. uhh, where your mom at? Uhh, uhhWatch these motherfuckers macks like Guilian, a hooliganNiggaz see my face and be like "OH MY GOD, IT`S YOU AGAIN?!"It don`t matter what crew you inI let loose and sent slugs, all in your face like hallucigens(ahh!) You had no clue to what the fuck we do to men (uhh)Smash `em heads with aluminum (yeah), bats if I ain`t shootin `em(take that!) I collect the loot you spend, to whom it may (bitch)concern, you learn not to fuck wit Swifty McVayYou`ll burn nigga, I get into yaLike Drew Barrymore wit clamedia, I`m gettin rid of yaNow all the witnesses be (uhh, yeah, uhh) pointin fingers I`m serialWhen I bomb first, it`s gon` be worse than bicentennial(haha) All ya appear when expected like cold soarsWhen in World Wars, puttin slugs through whore`s doorsThe chance is all yours, so motherfucker take it (uh-huh)Treat ya life like it`s sacred or get robbed butt-naked (uhh)[Bizarre]Guess who`s back, it`s Mister Fuck-All-Y`all (what!?)Ya niggaz get my balls, quick to break all ya laws(yeah) I`m smokin hashin green wit the mayorsSmack the mic out ya hand, quicker than Lawerence Taylor(haha) I shoot up ya whole block for no apparent reasonNiggaz ain`t comin back like Barry Shunder`s next season(ya down!) Bizarre from the Outsidaz, smoke like easy riders(haha) Hindu niggaz off like a plate of appetizersYour girl talk trash (shut up!) nigga I`ma buck her(That bitch got AIDS) What that gotta do wit me fuckin her?Disrespect my squad, watch me start swarmin (uh-huh)You hear so much stuff you just think Kurt Franklin was performinBizarre half dead, full of dough and bread (what?)Make opponents fit with your local crackhead (uhh)I`m doing a promo, live at the (?) (yeah)with some homos drippin wit the electrifyin mojo[Chorus]Cause the only motherfuckers that`ll die tonightSmoke weed and cocaine just to get you highMotherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fightStab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!Cause the only motherfuckers that`ll die tonightSmoke weed and cocaine just to get you highMotherfuckers come prepared cause they startin to fightStab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife![Kuniva]Aiyyo, talkin shit will only get you fags high (uh-huh)You gon` get your dad shot, take his portable labtop (gimmie that)(hey!) You probably heard that you now we stealin halfsand food stamps, dining room sets and gold lamps (uh-huh)I`m drunk as hell cussin out old tramps (shut up!)Like the boy scouts did up camp and hit more licks than stampsI`m quick to crash, let the shottie blastGrab the dolly and drag the bodies of niggaz that lolly gaggedFinish; you might as well climb in this body bagso the E.M.S. won`t waste time puttin your ass in it(hey) I`m out cold like bums and frost bite in blizzardsDirty Dozen be payin rappers, run freely, visit {*PUNCH*}A big portion passed a normal artist with a deal (uh-huh)I`m heartless, comin outta battles scarless wit the skillFor real, I feel I was born to lyrically kill at willWit the power to sell wheel I`m killed (I`m serious!)Damn my man is ill, so don`t you get caughtKuniva, obliterate rappers with just a meare coughI`m fierce, hungry on the prawl so you`re aloud to runbefore I drop the mic and jump in the crowd with a gun{*PUNCH*} Shootin blind, hittin turntables and speakersDJs and bouncers be catchin bullets through they beepers[Verse Four]Yo, yo, uh-huhI embrace violence (uh-huh), loud mouth to hate silence(yeah) A grace tirent to encourage kids to go rob (?)(smoke weed) A bus driver that`s near-sightedI could see ass but not peopleI`m supposed pick up from stops cause I ride passed it(hey stop!) Who the hell you know jump in a lake of piranasGo to church just to slain ganja and driven off dramaFuck ya mama, I`d kill her for stackin shit that highYour nose got shot cause I missed your eyeA wise guy who get high off his own supplyZombie fire ya own family and make you verifyThe corpses, had his horsemen and`ll leave your stage torchinScreamin "Beat" as soon as I show, ya niggaz fault then(let`s leave!) Beats bang, got ears bleedin throughout thisThat`s why people ignore you, like you ain`t even talkinYou chit-chatted and got splatted by diseaseBe attict and spits spontaneous like Greg Maddux

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