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Yo, word up, Im talkin to you
Makin dope rhymes, thats what I do
Like a madman, you know Im bad, man
I slam, a good godd*mn
Well I concur so godd*mn badly
I could just sit and sing the blues
But instead Ill make a fist, yeah
And make my own bad news yeah
Take my advice
Youll pay the price
Make it funky like this
Good god
d*mn
Yo, what else is dissin me
Thats right, its p*ssin me off
Rock me baby? What?
You dont mean that cr*p
What the hell, if it sells
d*mn, youre a sham,
No thank you, maam
b*tch
Oh, I get burned badly
I could just sit and sing the blues
But instead Ill make a fist, yeah
Make my own good news, yeah
Take my advice
Youll pay the price
Make it funky like this
Good godd*mn
I tell you what
Alles Klar
Hey