(chorus)I said hey now, c'mon y'all

if there's money in your pocket and your walkin tall

Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose

Drink it old school style in your b-boy pose

I get off mad flows like a pack of eskimos

On a dog sled in a blizzard, cause I'm the wizard of oz

Shit I'm bout to wreck your set

And you steppin to me is just an empty threat

Somethin I can't sweat, kid you never see me worry

I never been caught cause my hands ain't been dirty

five years from thirty, come check the age

If you can't rhyme simply turn the page

And I'll engage in this gift that's kicked swiftly

Sticken to the groupie I'm out like some Jiffie

Peanut Butter, you know my style's butter

Cause every work I utter rocks the sky from the gutter

I'll make ya shutter when I rock your soul

I do things the way I like cause this mic is controlled

And if ya get bold, well then ya get vic

Cause your knowledge is a trip kid it's making me sick

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I'm Danny Boy with the hardcore style

I'm punchin suckers in the mouth like a root canal

Ya get me started then I'm hard to stop

I got forty five calibers ready to pop (blaow)

And when I pop off ya drop off, ya get blown out the frame

Cause the more shit change the more shit stay the same

And I got no respect for your area

From Brooklyn to Dublin I keep your ass Fumblin

Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta, Brooklyn heartbreaker

House of Pain pimp money maker

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I got rhymes finnese, I got rhymes galore

I got rhymes for peace

I got rhymes for war

I got rhymes for heads

I got rhymes for skins

I got ryhmes kid, your crew ain't got no wins

So step up if you wanna get your head cracked

Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked

Play the hard rock, baby get your ears boxed

I'll kill y'all just like I was small box

I kill your livestock like I was anthrax

Come see me live and crazy ???????????

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