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Now, let me ask you this... off the record. Is it true what they say about how they... smoke a lot of, y'know... Yeah, yeah Everybody get up, Beatnuts World's Famous, no doubt! Straight out the laboratory Fuck, what? What? Your mother sucks cocks, and your father [JuJu] I beat too savagely, it doesn't even matter to me I hold this down like gravity, reality is unloaded, the foul mouthed brain exploded The gun-totin, the Charles Manson pres votin The bitch chokin, the hydro cheeba smokin Leave ya witcha nose broken, the ill spoken Killer, fuck your little girl like Magilla The wild Gorilla, gun down Barney Miller Ahhh! Yo, fuck these niggaz yo, they violent, they violent Yo, yo, what the fuck you doin yo? Punk? Can't shoot a cop son! Letras de canciones [singing] You must be stone crazy [x4] [Psycho Les] Here's my ultimatum, niggaz don't have my shit laced No question, little did you know, you came here for confession Cross-examination, my organization stack figures And when you fuck up we chop heads, no fingers Fuckin around, with those Beatnut niggaz Now you missin body dumped in different rivers Full-fledged rapper with the Stone Crazy singer I'm comin at you with the ice pick yellin ?Bre vega? Because I perceive you a sneaky, analyzer Touch the equalizer, get shot by the tranquilizer Who shot ya? Who? The bilingual mandingo, roll trees but prefer leaves, don't give a fuck about drug beefs Peep the headlines, stay high Twenty-four/seven, lali out with the red eyes [singin] You must be stone crazy [x4] Intoxicated, intoxicated, intoxicated Fuck you was thinkin nigga? Fuck you was on? Round and around and around and around And around and around and around we go Yo, Beatnuts, World's Famous Round and around and around and around And around and around and around we go Yo, drinkin a glass of Prozac so get the Bozac From Letras Mania