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Now here's a funky beat, my rhyme is updated,<br />For soft Ducks, I played it, once,<br />A biter jumped on it,<br />Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it,<br />And from the back, I pumped on it, mostly,<br />With skills, top finesse, East to West, but I guess,<br />I'm right, while others are wrong,<br />Trying to teach, and using my song, along,<br />With your wickety wack, get back, sit back, <br />Sit back down and think about it,<br />Whenever you're dissing me, You are the roach,<br />Your six legs squishing me, and pushing me, steadily on,<br />Metaphor, predator, psyche more, on my tour brains get sore,<br />I'll be sure, I'm fresher, so tell me how I "do love you",<br />Ducks!, wack rappers around, in town never wearing no boots, <br />With torn Balis and sharkskin suits, rip a story,<br />Then do his auditory, Canal Street, is my territory, for gold glory,<br />Reaching my hand out, to smack rappers and making them stand outside,<br />Waiting for me, to tell them, my secret style,<br />And show them how it really is done, my son,<br />Now I'm back for you, and if you're bad Im a smack you through,<br />A glass of rhymes, shattering,<br />Now you're cut up, say what up?<br />Shut up, cuz I'm feeling it
Letra nueva de la canción
Now here's a funky beat, my rhyme is updated,<br />For soft Ducks, I played it, once,<br />A biter jumped on it,<br />Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it,<br />And from the back, I pumped on it, mostly,<br />With skills, top finesse, East to West, but I guess,<br />I'm right, while others are wrong,<br />Trying to teach, and using my song, along,<br />With your wickety wack, get back, sit back, <br />Sit back down and think about it,<br />Whenever you're dissing me, You are the roach,<br />Your six legs squishing me, and pushing me, steadily on,<br />Metaphor, predator, psyche more, on my tour brains get sore,<br />I'll be sure, I'm fresher, so tell me how I "do love you",<br />Ducks!, wack rappers around, in town never wearing no boots, <br />With torn Balis and sharkskin suits, rip a story,<br />Then do his auditory, Canal Street, is my territory, for gold glory,<br />Reaching my hand out, to smack rappers and making them stand outside,<br />Waiting for me, to tell them, my secret style,<br />And show them how it really is done, my son,<br />Now I'm back for you, and if you're bad Im a smack you through,<br />A glass of rhymes, shattering,<br />Now you're cut up, say what up?<br />Shut up, cuz I'm feeling it
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