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Met a retarted kid named Greg, with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the head with a peg Go to bed with a keg, wake up with a forty Mix it with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44-D Forget an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion We blowing up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and dramas Cross the bombest |
We blowing up your house Killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nastradamus Cause I ain't making no more threats I'm doing drive-bys in tinted Corvettes On Vietnam war vets I am more or less sick in the head Maybe more Because I smoked crack today, yesterday, |
And the day before Sabateur Walk the block with a labrador Strapped with more straps than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like an eyebrow on Al B. Sure |
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