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Suckers bite the dust, we're back to crush We're on a mission, 'cause it's a must Poet's back; Noel gave the command I was sent here to make sure you're slammed BDP - You better take cover You're being stalked by a big black brother And I'm gonna break you; noone can remake you my mission is simple, and that is to take you - OUT Boy [echo], better run, boy, better run know what I'm sayin' Yo Rock, let's do this KRS, you lack finesse, trying to dis the Juice And on top of that, marrying a fat moose I can't believe you tried to get hot With that great big fat wife you got Ms. Piggy-Ms. Melodie, Chris, what are you telling me? The way you talk, I would think she was slammin' but No, she's a female Ralph Kramden! "Hey, Ralphie Boy!" Get a load of that fats over there! Big fat clown! That's his wife? Yeah [background] -bestiality!- Look at you now, look at your face; you've been erased Letras de cancionesNow Red Dirt, you're getting a taste you tootie, fruity, tootie fruity Noel is on the wheel, so what you want to do me? Any body you get, anyone you want to get loose The next day, you'll be in a noose Red, you're a sucker, you didn't play my first jam 'cause you're down with the kids I slammed You skinny ET! Nobody can beat me! And BDP, or MPE Poet's in effect, and I'm ready to wreck Any rapper that steps my way incorrect Chris, you ain't nothin', you don't got clout Yeah, I beat you down, now I'm taking you OUT [echo] That's all, boy, know what I'm saying? We gonna DO THIS! You're wimpy, wimpy; I'm HEFTY, HEFTY Rip off your right arm; now your name's Lefty! D-Nice, you're gonna get iced so step off, boy, and think twice! 'cause Poet's a psycho; you're brain is micro Make me mad, and I explode like nitro Now, I'm a murderer You never heard of a Hell of a hellified a rapper like me The only way that you can hang is from a tree Yo, why's everybody trying to dis the Juice? They're jealous and hating, cause of the ratings Look at the lipstick, can't you see it's fading? Magic on the Mic, Marley on the gas; come Saturday night, cold wax Red's _ [omitted on recording] No more Red Dirt; No more BDP Just Noel, the Juice Crew, and Me The Poet, the Poet, that's who I am BDP got known off Marley and Shan Taking no prisoners, only super listeners Death to those who oppose or think of dissing us Right about now, boy, you need a stretcher And I'll betcha, you're looking in the Webster's Dictionary 'cause you're worried of Poet Front like you're not, but the industry know it! You don't want to battle me, you don't want to meet me Scared to face me because you can't beat me! This is the last time I'm calling you out Wanna show you what a battle is all about You better bite some rhymes, write some rhymes, and read it Cause this time; consider yourself defeated! Sucka! Noel; load the 12, take aim Suckers think we're using their name, to gain fame Must be stupid; must be crazy, must be dumb You're getting dissed for the things you've done I make you and break you, just like a puzzle Melodie's a gooney goo-goo, she need a muzzle She eat all the chicken, turkey and the hamburger 'cause if you touch it you get murdered! That's why you're skinny, puny and measley She eat all the food, and beat you up easily See how that sound? a little bit humourous It's on you, Chris, so when you wanna do this! [echo] Ha! You don't want to do this, boy! None o' y'all out there; none o' ya! Rock it, Rock! Ha Ha! The noives [nerves, NY accent] of the bums! What's wrong with them boys? From Letras Mania