Here's the new shit I'm on

we can all get along

but if ya step to me wrong

I'm a' bang ya like a gong

And I don't need a gang to do it

I creep solo

Beat ya till your dead

Put out your freaken head

That's how I do it cause I'm sick like that

You can kick like that if your fakin the funk

I got a trunk full of beats and a head full of rhymes

I got stains on my sheets from all the good times

that I slept wit your hookers

some your good lookers

but some were just stunts after too many blunts

Ya got your arm around your girl

but don't make me laugh kid

gettin steamed cause your girls schemin

on the grafted

jail faced celt

back up catch a welt

from the buckle of my belt

now tell me how that felt

(chorus)Ooh, I'm on some over there shit

Ooh, I'm on some over there shit

Ooh, I'm on some over there shit

I'm on some OD, I don't care shit

It's the return of the living dead

Put all concerns to bed

I'm alive and kickin

Ask any girl I'm sticken

Back once again I never shot the heroin

Or hit the glass pipe ass wipe stop the rumor

I'll kill ya like a tumor in your coloe

I'll leave your shit all swollen

Get off my dick cause thicks how I'm rollin

The soul assasinator get ya open like a crator

I'm down with psychobator cause I'm flavor like a plate a

Corn beef or cabbage I'm a savage on the set

Don't do nothin you'll regret cause you'll wind up gettin wet

like water

I'm out soda pops so lock up your daughter

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I rock a payed style cause freed damage ya

If ya play me close punk I'm gonna damage ya

We got the funkdoobie in the house

with the mickey mouse

I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in your blouse

I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft

I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off

pullin on the trigger, ain't nothin brave

but I'm a sick fucker like a red neck trucker

and I just might buck ya down

ya stare into my barrel and ya jump around

You try to get away but I'm too quick to pull

don't try to gas me punk my tank's full

I ain't got the time, I don't need the fuel

Punk we can duel

I'll take your ass to school

And brake down the lesson

Here's the pop quiz,

I gets top billin

You can ask Giz

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