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Back from the dead second L.P. here we go Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys Never slackin hoes I be mackin not wacked I don't try to act black when I came up i came at ya from the outskirts bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone Hit bound from the Mo-town allen fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J. park parties gettin drunk on Sunday Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I'd rock 2 the -and rip shit up An now I've toured this nation pimp of the nation pullin hoes Rock the set in each city then step me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef Bitches, they think I'm sexist but all I want baby is your grits for breakfast Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries and gimme a plate of that pussy on the side Triple x on the set showin no class just a foul mouthed little fuckin smart ass No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass smoked dope and i flunked every class Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I bash invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin grass Now I reside on the eastside lovin it cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it Flex, sex, run of the next flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the suckers who wanted 2 Front an get around 2 the 2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme I'm shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like Every time fuck I don't eat no manwich kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich Somebody said I'm the best in the Mo-town but this town ain't shit but a ghost town Who ever said it they lied they fessed bitch I'm the best in the mother fuckin Midwest Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck One bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick Got more cash than fuckin White Boy Rick My first LP wasn't pushed for shit so Jive Records yo, go and suck a fat dick Cuz I'm rippin like a chainsaw yes I'm that raw laughin' at ya suckers like Hee Haw Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it That's how we do it when we roll down Gratiot In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat
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