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A mind is a terrible thing to waste You face disposal running your mouth with no skill (Watch ya head!) Your dome piece to ya ass crackin So brother bring it live or it'll be your last yappin A mind is a terrible thing to waste You face disposal running your mouth with no skill (Watch ya head!) Your dome piece to ya ass crackin Mess around I got to send that ass packin [check it out:] Well it's the glue sniffin keep it cool whiffin thought strangler Embarrassin niggaz like when your mama bought wrangler jeans 'n I fiends in the funk ways you know me Nobody say, "cut 'em all the same just like a Flowbie" Now blow me down south my gift pursued stupid mad heads bite I'm feelin like the fifth of food groups, it's too much You clutch mics, I rip with arthritis grip You game your claim to fame so mo' Midas shit Golden cash and big bold and brash and +pig did that+ Types and style moldin fashion Well I'ma break ya down like grief Mic chief in charge 'n get shrunk and turn self enlargin Thus be born before you comes troublin Cause I'll be all up in that bitch ass like jum smugglin Letras de cancionesJugglin flows mad trying to keep the funk live-er So just recognize and give me more space than drunk drivers A mind is a terrible thing to waste You face disposal running your mouth with no skill (Watch ya head!) Your dome piece to ya ass crackin So brother bring it live or it'll be your last yappin A mind is a terrible thing to waste You face disposal running your mouth with no skill (Watch ya head!) Your dome piece to ya ass crackin Mess around I got to send that ass packin From Letras Mania