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sh*ggy 2 Dope:
Kill me! Whut! muth* Facko! Murder Murder! Whut!
I can't fkin' wait to die! Please murder my mother fkin' as* off!
Bring it! Cause I'm going to Shangri-Leezy!
Violent J and sh*ggy 2 Dope:
Have you ever tried to get the fk up out your hole but fall right back inside
Once again denied, have you ever seen people turn into the devil over money green
Tell me what it means, have you ever been to the wicked part of town and would you go again
They don't want you in, would you follow me If I knew where it rains diamonds
No more poverty as clean as we can be, yeah
Chorus:
It rains diamonds nightly, in my Shangri-La lit brightly, who could miss this so inviting? Come stand mountain top and yell!
sh*ggy 2 Dope:
Somebody stab my face or something! Kill me!
What the fk a ninja gotta do around here to get his dead on?
Violent J, sh*ggy 2 Dope and Anybody Killa:
Do you like to drink? Would you fk a girl the day you met her what you think, on the kitchen sink
Anybody Killa: Don't you fire it up? sh*ggy 2 Dope does this mean you wasted life now-
Anybody Killa: you're completely fked? ICP: I would differ some.
Hold your hatchet high cause were gonna need 'em when there's fire in the sky
Together we will die, I can promise this in my Shangri-La you'll have eternal happiness diamonds in the mist
Chorus:
Jumpsteady:
Diamonds drift upon the mist of forgetfulness, bringing a peace untold, as I fade away to become what my eyes see, seeing into the eternity of Shangri-La!
Chorus: (repeats)
Hidden Song b*tch Slappaz
Take it back now... Old school, b*tch Slappin' till the break of dawn, ICP... Blaze Ya Dead Homie, b*tch Slappin' to the early morn'
Six in the morning police at my door
Already gotta slap some more
Stuck my hand out through the mail shoot
b*tch Slap Sarge and his first recruit
I came out the ass, b*tch Slapped some
Grade School High School b*tch slap went nuts
I rememeber gettin' baptized by the Reverend
b*tch Slapped the bible out of his hand
The b*tch Slap Master up in the place
I'll b*tch slap your train-wrecked face
Don't assume friendliness with fame
I'll b*tch slap the sound out your name
They'll call ya, ...... 'cause you're not here
b*tch slapped out the Stratosphere
Mike P did the track, he b*tch slapped
Pow for Max straight to the back
Don't lemme show up on TRL
I'm b*tch slappin' everybody to hell
I'm Down with the Clown Eastside 'till I'm gone
Yet everybody singin' that Southwest Song
I b*tch slap wigs off everyday
I b*tch slap old ladies out of my way
Southwest side, b*tch Slap Capital
Every b*tch make mothafkas smackable
For my b*tch smack victims, I don't care
I'll b*tch slap cowlicks into your hair
Faygo in a Pillowcase, don't manage
I'll b*tch slap your head, brain damage
I b*tch slap cheeks red, hangs off
I've been known to slap a mothafkas pants off
I b*tch slap planes out of the sky
I b*tch slap truth out of a life
Call me sh*ggy Spy McSlapmore
I b*tch slap muth*fkas galore
Say we fake and wanna test the rap
Step yo as* on up and get b*tch slapped
What do you call a Crew that be smackin' like that? Wicked
Insane Clowns smack your as* to the back
Speakin' of smackin' it's makin' me sick
Everybody's talkin' that smackin' s**t
Sayin' they smackin' with the I.C.P.
Just cause I am they wanna be like me
Talkin' that s**t you need to leave the place
Knowin' you ain't ever even smacked a face
Claimin' our s**t, that's our s**t you trashed
Mothafka we about to smack your ass