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[mc chris] This song goes out to all you motherfuckin bitches out there that be thinkin some shit, fuck you motherfuckers! Yeah, motherfuckin yeah! Fuck yeah! [mc chris] I never carry a gun, I just carry my tongue When it's not knee deep in pork it's acidic and forked I'd mission abort, don't need no permission to start Rip apart every synapse and spark 'til you're clutchin your heart Playin Mario Kart with Wesley Clark Make like Corey Hart and wear my shades when it's dark Don't retort or remark, you'll get Dizzy G Cheeks with a mouth full of fart {*chris makes a fart sound*} I'm Slaughter comma Sarge, a.k.a. Commissar Ballin like Stalin from U.S.S.R. Shit's so fluid so far, thanks to Matt on guitar Yo DJ, take 'em to the part where I turn rap into art Yeah, motherfucker check this shit out [Chorus] I'm a badass, I ain't gonna fuckin spell it I get up on the mic and then I fuckin yell it No need to embellish, I'm selfishly hellish Letras de cancionesEquatorial insect repellent, the likes of which you never dealt with Motherfucker [Outro] Yeah motherfuckers! You think I'm fuckin kiddin? Fuck all you dicks that were givin me shit, screw you Especially my two older brothers I'm never gonna forgive you guys for givin me all them noogies, and wedgies Fuck that shit, that shit wasn't cool And all those guys in junior high that were makin fun of me cause I got caught masturbatin at that birthday party Fuck you guys, you guys are fuckin assholes I hope you get cancer of the dick And everybody in high school that makes fun of me just cause I was too asthmatic to play ultimate frisbee and I had to sit on the bench the whole time And read fuckin books about Narnia, fuck you guys And all those colleges that didn't accept me My parents got me a tutor so I'll see you bitches next year WORD I'M OUT! From Letras Mania