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    Yeah, hah..
    When it all come down to it we ain't have shit!
    (Woo! Use your mouth, haha)
    Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's like this

    I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
    Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies 'R Us
    I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but the crust
    So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no guts
    A sac wit no nuts or a mack wit no sluts
    Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched
    They call me Seymour Butts, cause I get mo' ass than most
    They say I'm next and got that butter love, and get too close
    Follow the leader cause I'm meaner than medula oblongota
    My +Tribe's+ on more +Quests+ than +Midnight Marauders+
    It's all piña coladas, no cops and robbers
    Takin trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
    I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires
    If you say I'm not nice, then youse a motherfuckin liar
    Entitled to your Opini-ons, into the next millenium
    So many +Major Coinz+ that I thought I had +Amil+lion

    4-Ize.. 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize

    Yo, I am goin to blow up the Earth
    with my "pew-36 explosive space modulator"
    Buddha be praised, you meditator
    Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator
    The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicater
    The seperater of fiction, I spark friction
    Smoking "Hay" without the +Crucial Conflict+ion
    4-Ize prescription; microphone, Jackie Stallone
    Psychic prediction, Egytian descripition
    of my psychical, my flesh is weak and it's pitiful
    Spiritiual is hooked up to the invisibile
    umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
    Remove paper of tar from every cigar
    I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
    Half Allah, Half Anti Christ Superstar
    Rockin the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw
    While I'm hittin trees - harder than Sonny Bono
    Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo
    I kill villians in slow-mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo
    Got nothin to lose, like I'm a boxcar hobo
    When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo
    Niggaz wanna clown; I'm +Homey+ and +Bozo+
    Cause in the grand prize game my life callin like Jo-Jo
    The name sticks like Toto
    I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
    You similiar to a Spice Girl goin solo
    You lost like Bebe, or a dog named Toto
    My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
    We +Cop+ +Robo+, virgo
    Bust ass like a motherfuckin homo, como estas?
    Tony Del Negro
    Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos
    Lego my Eggo cause I say so
    Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
    Manifested, elevated, I uplifted
    The elevator, the esclator
    "That's not a knife? That's a knife!"
    Crocodile Dundee the Alligator Rustler
    Cause I hustle ya, under the +China+
    +Big Trouble+, little sewer but still I find ya
    Cause I'm stinky
    Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
    Yo, my third eye is blinky

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