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Yeah, yeah yeah. Open your mouth (aaaah). Open it! Wide. Psycho Les: I'm coming running at you with an axe, chop you in the hip Now you fuckin' hop don't don't ask me any questions (questions) Why too many ears at my sessions With opions, but not this year (no question) Strickly answers, Luke dancers, chasing off happy campers And wanna be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit I don't like But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight So what the fuck? When I hit you know I struck Knuckle game, test and get munked Nigga dissed me, forget this and you back in the rhyme with a punch line Trying to slamp you in broad daylight around lunch time, so what the fuck? Don Gobbi: No false assumption, I cut a face just like a pumpkin Potted up and drunken, grabbin' my balls while gruntin' You just a munshkin, not even half of the equivalent My team is militant, criminals who swear they innocent You insignificant, I turn diesel niggas to involents You started it, I'll finish it, deminish it I'm killing it, word duke, I let it known don't fuck with Gobbi Act a man like rack of lamb and feed the body to the rody Smokin' Suckas Wit Logic and raised with project lobby I let you choose your fate, your only crews will wait I'm heavyweight and when I'm old and great yo I rejuvenate And duplicate, and slam man like Sumo tournaments Fake thugs get plugged and missles launched to their coordinates Hip hop cornered it, a-yo we fear none, rappers hootchies and spear guns Bustin' threw your ear drums, we leave the ears numb Get You Open like Black Moon and spot a kill of gorillas A plattoon of baboons (that stab wounds) to make the shit worse hit up your soft spaces A bunch of niggas with court cases and all faces And torch places and leave the spot crispy, smokin' like a hippy From now until I'm 50 Hook: Unciviled (x4) But now I start to realize Don Gobbi: Yo turn the mic on, Ju visualize like nightcorn You fake thug niggas still sleep with the lights on You quite wrong thinkin' that your team is like strong We strangle y'all niggas like pythons, we like flaws Corona outlaws, 52 Southpaw Hungary as niggas that'll come out yours Stick a nigga in a heartbeat, it's the cold blooded Dominican dark meat Hook  More Beatnuts Song Lyrics
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