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[Ludacris] Yeah, hah.. When it all come down to it we ain´t have shit! (Woo! Use your mouth, haha) Ludacris, 4-Ize, it´s like this [Verse One] I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to Pussies ´R Us I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but the crust So you can feel what it´s like, with instinct but no guts A sac wit no nuts or a mack wit no sluts Give me a full-body massage, I still can´t be touched They call me Seymour Butts, cause I get mo´ ass than most They say I´m next and got that butter love, and get too close Follow the leader cause I´m meaner than medula oblongota My ?´s on more ?? than ??? Marauders It´s all piña coladas, no cops and robbers Takin trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires If you say I´m not nice, then youse a motherfuckin liar Entitled to your Opini-ons, into the next millenium So many ? Coinz that I thought I had ??? 4-Ize.. 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize [4-Ize] Yo, I am goin to blow up the Earth with my "pew-36 explosive space modulator" Buddha be praised, you meditator Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicater The seperater of fiction, I spark friction Smoking "Hay" without the ?? Conflict? 4-Ize prescription; microphone, Jackie Stallone Psychic prediction, Egytian descripition of my psychical, my flesh is weak and it´s pitiful Spiritiual is hooked up to the invisibile umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah Remove paper of tar from every cigar I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa Half Allah, Half Anti Christ Superstar Rockin the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw While I´m hittin trees - harder than Sonny Bono Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo I kill villians in slow-mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo Got nothin to lose, like I´m a boxcar hobo When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo Niggaz wanna clown; I´m ?? and ? Cause in the grand prize game my life callin like Jo-Jo The name sticks like Toto I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo You similiar to a Spice Girl goin solo You lost like BEBE, or a dog named Toto My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo We ? ?, virgo Bust ass like a motherfuckin homo, como estas? Tony Del Negro Built to destroy these kid´s blocks of Legos Lego my Eggo cause I say so Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted Manifested, elevated, I uplifted The elevator, the esclator "That´s not a knife? That´s a knife!" Crocodile Dundee the Alligator Rustler Cause I hustle ya, under the ?? ? Trouble, little sewer but still I find ya Cause I´m stinky Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky Yo, my third eye is blinky [everybody cracks up laughing]

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