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Meanwhile back at the ranch we got bo duke and daisy goin&#39; to
go see boss hogg. then ya got kooter fixin&#39; over them
I don&#39;t need a glock cause i&#39;m not a hard rock
got bitches on my jock like new kids on the block
i can&#39;t lose like parker lewis i&#39;m undefeated
step into my sector homeboy you&#39;ll get greeted
by the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
i had a few drinks already don&#39;t make me cock it
cause if i have to cock it, well then it&#39;s gettin&#39; shot
and if it&#39;s gettin&#39; shot, well, yo, you&#39;re gettin&#39; bucked down
i don&#39;t fuck around, i ain&#39;t got time for punks
but i got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts
stunts gather round, check out the sound
and let&#39;s get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky
stinky, junky, let&#39;s bump uglies in the nighttime
between the sheets
cause i rock fly rhymes over funky beats
the celtic ruin, the legion of doom
now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom
now gimme some room, and i&#39;ll explode
cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load
so hit the road, jack, and don&#39;t come back no more
or i&#39;ll be moppin&#39; up the floor with your crew of soft core
punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches
on stage, i get wrecked and i collect my riches
i get the funky style, and like gomer pile
you&#39;ll be &#39;surprise surprise surprise&#39; as i
rise to the top, fuck a punk cop
i&#39;m always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop
so you better quit, zit
i came to rip shit
blastin&#39; with the soul assassins
askin&#39; the question, teachin&#39; the lesson
bringin&#39; the west coast back to the east coast
where it all started, what&#39;re you, retarded
you&#39;re startin&#39; to trip from that jheri curl drip
soakin&#39; in your brain, the house of pain
is causin&#39; pain, and feelin&#39; pain
so feel it
Chorus
just feel it
feel it
just feel it
c&#39;mon y&#39;all, feel it
Back to the rhyme, i&#39;m always on time
a lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime
i rock the old school style and it&#39;s futile
to step up, cause you&#39;ll get swept up
like dust, or i just might bust and unload my clip
unless you&#39;re a punk, then i&#39;ll just pop you in the lip
and show you the deal, now how did that feel
you know i&#39;m killin&#39; any pig that squeels
i&#39;m fillin&#39; up reels of tape with my fly rhymes
and i&#39;ve got a subsciption to high times
son dooby&#39;s in the back, the mexican ralph emms is on the track
my dj lethal, he&#39;s on the cut
when i bust a dope rhyme, it&#39;s like bustin&#39; a nut
so let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky
when i drink a brew it&#39;s either guiness or mickeys
i&#39;ll put your head out just like a fuckin&#39; malboro
don&#39;t fuck with me, punk, you know that i&#39;m thorough
bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force
feedin&#39; you beats, straight off the streets
so catch me catch me, if you can
you know i&#39;m the man like chewbacca knows han
solo, bolos are what i&#39;ll be throwin&#39;
when i be flowin&#39;, i get the job done
cause i&#39;m number one, the prodigal son
i left and i came back, but not with the same rap
and not with the same style, i&#39;m known to get buckwild
the luck of the irish spreads like a virus
so feel it
Chorus

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