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Check this out,check this out, RAP This guy's a choke artist Ya catch a bad one Your better off shootin yourself With Papa Doc's handgun Climbin up this mountain your weak Ill leave you lost without a paddle Floatin up shits creek You ain't Detroit, Im the D Your the new kid on the block Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks |
Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't your type Take some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice And what I tell you, you better use it This guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Willie Nelson music Trailor trash, I'll choke you to your last breath And have you lookin foolish Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that Cause you follow Future like he got carrots up his asscrack And when you actin up that's when you got jacked up |
And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up Ill crack your shoulder blade Youll get dropped so hard Elvis will start turnin in his grave I don't know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile To the trailor park |
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