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« on: January 20, 2009, 01:20:19 AM »
Its like standing in the mirror like De Niro in Taxi
I ain't gonna attack until he attacks me
And when he does, I'm gonna fight back see
Decapitate him leave his head in the back seat,
Nuts locked tight in the trunk
Give em to the Monk next weekend
I heard he gotta plot of pot skunk for reaping
So I hadda keep em, that freak gone
Crazy since his tongue cut off for speaking
Then the day came for us to make the trade
Turns out the Monk carried razor blades
Liked to disect the balls had him hard for days
2 f***ed up fools about to go sperate ways
Then the motherf***er is on my toes
If he don't step back, he catch one on the nose
Swing chizel elbow all across his jaws
If that nose don't bust f*** the lose
Whoop-whoop - Yeah thats the sound on of my feet
Crushin a fiend on the hard concrette
Head against the Kurb, you best not speak
I sware I'll freak-a-leak if I hear one peep