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Yo. Yo. Yo. Yo. Get ready fo oblivion! Uh. Uh. It's on SUCKAAAAA!
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| Bombs are burstin people thirstin for a rhyme with much more cursin | |
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| F*** B**** C*** W**** A** C*** MOTHER****IN B***! | |
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Got some fooligans don't think we got it. What we say?
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| We got good sh*t hope you like it words that twist you, hit you like a mallet. | |
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| Think you'll like some sociopolitical barnone best in the world -- just keep away from paaren | |
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Times to gets vicivilissa.
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| Aah! I stuck a nail in my head. I think I should be dead. But I never died, only back like Jesus. Gonna prove you're just as dumb as Beavis. | |
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| That's right suckas. Fixie's in da house. We gonna beat y'all down. We gonna. We gonna. You know what? I'm just gonna talk. This is stupid. | |
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