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Here comes the boom with the hip hop bash as i smash and crash
How many gangsta rappers are gonna last?
Not one they got done i had fun
Doin em and screwin em and booin em and chewin em
I&#39;m slick and i&#39;m quick up my sleeve is a trick
Hey so what i use funky drummers suck my dick.
I&#39;m still thick with murderous beats and heavy kick
And i&#39;m sick of the so called shots ya gonna lick
I slam and i slam and i slam, did i mention that i slam
Don&#39;t eat spinach but i yam what i yam
Death-defyin like a circus, i work this
Mic, you can&#39;t jerk this, off-beat on purpose
I never smoke dope, i don&#39;t carry a nine
I ain&#39;t no hustler with bitches on my mind
Gangstas are swimming in the water,
I oughta, boom bash and slaughta

I&#39;ma break it down, and i do mean down, yo way down,
So far downtown the devil&#39;s gonna call it underground
And niggaz betta know the fuckin score
Cuz i&#39;m raw, like eddy,
And like confetti they get tore
Up, from the floor, up,
There&#39;s no time
And my spits gettin sprayed in ya face as i rhyme
So run run run, ya better head for the hills
Get ya gun gun gun, and ya cyanide pills
And a rope for ya neck, and a razor for your wrists
Cuz i&#39;m pissed, and it&#39;s suicide to battle this
Ummm, highly explosive, material
Grand imperial, pour me on cereal
Cuz i flow from the belly of a cow
Wipe ya brow, how ya like me now

You can get with this, or you can get with that
But you can&#39;t get with the man with the mad snap hat
I take em out with one blow to the cerebellum
And tell &#39;em, my jams are so funky you can smell &#39;em
Rhyme for rhyme, head for head with a one go
I come from brooklyn, it&#39;s wild like a jungle
Yeah, you might get a cap jack, ya act wack,
I carry a can of flat black in my napsack
Lookin for a wall to tag up, and brag up
And rag up, yo nigga yo digga raise the flag up
I click click my heels, and good is how it feels
There&#39;s no place like home and chrome on ya wheels
Chasin through the projects, i lose you
Hope i didn&#39;t bruise you, i cruise through
Your neighborhood, in a chevrolet impala
Dropped to the ground and, makin the girls holla
Rollin, rollin, rollin, i&#39;m rollin
Sorry officer, the car ain&#39;t stolen
I really don&#39;t care what you thought of me
I oughta be, far from orderly
In my fashion, i boom and i bash and

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