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    "You Have Agreed, Not To Try This At Home. Anything Else"

    Who am I?
    I'm a basterd, I stolen off ya and blast at ya
    Smokin' more blacks than the part time wars in Africa
    I'll ?? out the martyrs for beef
    Rest in piece alot of you reef(?) designing your greef
    By snatchin' your brother, smackin' your lover
    Paralizing your cousins, smokin' your mother's husbands
    A dozen chosen showguns to shotguns
    Roll up on you with no guns but still pop one
    I bomb like napalm from the curb to your house
    And "Please God" the last words out ya mouth
    No affiliates, just dogs and troops
    Most lyin' death than this morgue and roots
    All we choose to beef, I bring spatulas
    Flip it and throw it back at ya, so bring your gat with ya
    Spectacular murder manufacturer, fuck binacular
    Only heaters talkin, I'm trappin ya just to flattin ya
    Hop in the accura, roll up on the back of ya
    Chill out in 5, and then them niggaz act alive
    I smoke branches from off the tree tops
    I hang with real niggaz, PA's, PK's and Pete Rock
    Y'all niggaz with pre-ops, spill blood and Reeboks
    Don't discriminate blastin rookies on the e-box(?)
    Your streetforce envolves just for excitement
    Like if you wasnt you never heard of enditement
    I sum it up quick so that you can understand me
    Fuck you, your crew, your bitch and your whole family

    Bizarre's a villin, bitch I ain't illin
    I'll pull your fucking head off while your ass is winddillin'
    Go heads the triggers of the penot scott villian(?)
    Vericons(?) march, atleast shoot a million
    Dirty Dozen the first week? at least a billion
    If not, it's back to robbing and stealin'
    Bizarre's the illest, the shitty is the worst
    A thousand dollars for any nigga that can last longer than a verse
    And what's the worst is I don't give a damn
    Offer Garth Brooks a stolen grand am
    Come to your record label, take all your doe
    Take your rap name and have your manager booking you shows
    I don't gove a fuck if we don't get along
    Bitches know my name without the Slim Shady song, bitch..

    We in this bitch with DJ Butter
    Who gives a fuck?
    We in this bitch with Wallstreet and we don't give a fuck about nothing

    "You Have Agreed, Not To Try This At Home. Anything Else?"

    [Royce Da 5'9]
    Yeah yeah..
    What's my motherfucking name? Royce Nickle Nine
    A messiah of all, much higher than y'all, undeniably raw
    Quick to blow the fuck up and reform again
    The bomb threat re-occured, re-warn your men
    I promise you get toared up and re-torn again
    Not one slur or word will be re-born again
    As long as the shit cracks and they turn a loop up
    I spit it until it's pitch black and burn the roof up
    Better step the fuck up for the shit getting spit
    Turns to whips getting lit, turns to tick-tick-tick
    Niggaz be rapping just for the clubs, just for the love
    That hit you had in the club sound like shit in the truck
    That's why I love that nigga X, cause he raised my brow
    With every rhyme, without having to take my style
    It'll be a cold day in hell when these two soldiers lay in hell
    Talk to me

    [Billy Nix]
    Billy Nix, I'm really sick of this silly shit
    Rappers, get on the mic, swearing they're really spit
    But you really fake, tough guy stop at your thirty-eight
    Drop your gloves and get taped, stop with your murder rate
    Alot of kids listening to you
    Wishing they you, wishing they was in a position with you to piss on their crew
    Buttfuck all your sickness, we got the medicine
    I'd rather piss on the capital, shit on the president
    X-Government, still flowing, still showing
    I know where you niggaz come from, know where you niggaz going
    We was all raised in the same dangerous cell
    Understand I ain't a stranger to hell, I just don't like it
    Rappers say the same thing getting retired
    So I write something I like and pray that you bite it
    Take an old gangsta rapper and make him retire
    Take a young conscious rapper and keep him inspired
    Black man, where you at man, take a stand
    They taking this rap shit like they took our land
    Fuck America that's right, you ain't hear me stutter
    Wallstreet, Dirty Dozen with DJ Butter

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