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Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got bo, duke and daisy goin' toGo see boss hogg. then ya got kooter fixin' over them cars...I don't need a glock cause I'm not a hard rockGot bitches on my jock, like new kids on the blockI can't lose like parker lewis, I'm undefeatedStep into my sector, homeboy, you'll get greetedBy the 380 colt mustang in my pocketI had a few drinks already, don't make me cock itCause if I have to cock it, well then it's gettin' shotAnd if it's gettin' shot, well, yo, you're gettin' bucked downI don't fuck around, I ain't got time for punksBut I got time to smoke all the skunk philly bluntsStunts gather round, check out the soundAnd let's get down to do the nasty, freaky, funkyStinky, junky, let's bump uglies in the nighttimeBetween the sheetsCause I rock fly rhymes over funky beatsThe celtic ruin, the legion of doomNow gimme the track, or with the fat back doomNow gimme some room, and I'll explodeCock back my hammer, then squeeze off my loadSo hit the road, jack, and don't come back no moreOr I'll be moppin' up the floor with your crew of soft corePunk pussy bitches, jail house snitchesOn stage, I get wrecked and I collect my richesI get the funky style, and like gomer pileYou'll be 'surprise surprise surprise!' as iRise to the top, fuck a punk copI'm always hip-hop, only a pimple goes popSo you better quit, zitI came to rip shitBlastin' with the soul assassinsAskin' the question, teachin' the lessonBringin' the west coast back to the east coastWhere it all started, what're you, retardedYou're startin' to trip from that jheri curl dripSoakin' in your brain, the house of painIs causin' pain, and feelin' painSo feel itChorusJust feel itFeel itJust feel itC'mon, y'all, feel itBack to the rhyme, I'm always on timeA lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a limeI rock the old school style and it's futileTo step up, cause you'll get swept upLike dust, or I just might bust and unload my clipUnless you're a punk, then I'll just pop you in the lipAnd show you the deal, now how did that feelYou know I'm killin' any pig that squealsI'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly rhymesAnd I've got a subsciption to high timesSon dooby's in the back, the mexican ralph emms is on the trackMy dj lethal, he's on the cutWhen I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nutSo let me jerk off on the mic and get it stickyWhen I drink a brew it's either guinness or mickeysI'll put your head out just like a fuckin' malboroDon't fuck with me, punk, you know that I'm thoroughBred like a race horse, right-in-your-face forceFeedin' you beats, straight off the streetsSo catch me catch me, if you canYou know I'm the man like chewbacca knows hanSolo, bolos are what I'll be throwin'When I be flowin', I get the job doneCause I'm number one, the prodigal sonI left and I came back, but not with the same rapAnd not with the same style, I'm known to get buckwildThe luck of the irish spreads like a virusSo feel it

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