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They wanna slit our necks on some cut throat shit
Step in our home and you know that's where GUSTO lives
Talk shit… NAH SON, you better shut yo lips
Everyone around the town say don’t trust those kids

Rapswell:
I’m an amalgam of shit you hear on ODB’s album
Along with tough talk and Maltese Falcon
Word is bond, I’m about to steal my own grammy kid
Take advantage on some good friends of the family shit

Cynic The Apache:
I’m the bomb diggy, No Bob Digi, this Bobby Noble
Kick it local for now, ten years, we probably global
Tossing rocks at the popo, before we hop in the Volvo
And then it’s back to the cribbo, so we can chop up the vocals 

Jamii Bass:
Reusing condoms to fuck you filthy animals
Give me lip I'll snatch your weave off on the avenue
Strangle you, type of dude that’s eastbound and down
I’ll practice at slapping you, Hop on your couch with my rabbit boots
And happily snap at you if I’m tempted
And your ass is not protected?
Get injected with bum semen use that turkey baster method
No regards or recognitions steal your grandmother's collection of silverware
Asking god if I should give a fuck replied that I shouldn’t care, I swear

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Cynic:
I’m gunning it, wind sprints, aint no leisurely strolls
Made in the shade, paving the way, we clearing the road
You a bum a fucking chump I hear the fear in ya throat
Level the whole fucking city like Akira came home

Rapswell:
We keep on makin hits, we aint part of Illuminati
They’ll find the scars we left when they exhume your body
Hot toddy squad, You better pray to your Gods
Or hope your spaceship's got escape pods
Taking jobs from honest hard working Americans my MO
The hitman disguised as driver of the limo 
Spin around and fire two, you get the day off
Then point the whip in the direction of the pay off

Jamii:
My mother's biggest mistake, I spit that shit that you wouldn’t dare
I snap your daughter in half and break her back with a wooden chair
Nah I’m lying, I just feed her dick and splash on her derriere
If it’s precious I’ll still eat it just as long it aint hairy there

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Jamii:
Filthy animal, better known as Carl Weathers to my two brothers
Obnoxious arrogant ignorant still no one is above us
I'm rushing radio stations to play us with no payola
Sucking sloppy spaghetti sauce off your mom’s areola

Cynic:
Watchin tentacle porn with identical whores
Pulling my dick with the Vulcan grip till my testicles sore
Fuckin sluts, think they passed ya man the genital warts..
Better tell these motherfuckers that we’re ready for war
Machete’s and swords a massacre. What a fucking amateur
She can’t handle my massive girth, sickened by the catheter
Won’t be surprised if I’m catching herps afterwards
Fuck it, it’s the truth I’m being honest and the facts can hurt

Rapswell:
It’s hot fuckery, nukkas can not fuck with me
These jagoffs should back off and stop suckin me
Luckily for them I’m a pacifist
That means I pass my fist through the fucking face of these rapping kids

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Cynic:
Copping top in corollas like, The fuck I need a beamer for?
No stopping no hold ups I tell her keep sucking the penis off 
Please be warned, you see the kid skiddadle lickity split. 
They aint on my nuts yet, but they licking the tip
You fuck around you catch a kick in the ribs
This that gourmet these other fucking dicks spitting the kibbles and bits

Rapswell:
They some bitches by definition
And we the illest, no time for objectivism, Check the mechanism
I inspire wack clones like T Pain
Spit on the track like I’m waiting for the G train
We came we saw and we conquered
All over a beat that’s BONKERS

Jamii:
It’s nothing to call her, Meet her then slaughter I got’s to have it
She reached down and ripped off my banana hammock
I’m stuffin muffs, with these disgusting fucks
Catch me fucking these sluts, while they bumpin they cunts
I’m ratchet

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