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[First Verse] KABOOM! Guess who's back in the room? The nigga with the skills to talk a dyke out her womb Soon, very soon, they'll recognize Ain't none as vicious or swift on these bitches Picture, runnin' your bust ass, succotash niggas Who could get with the dog Cuz I rip shit Up, with what? With skill I still Could whip up a batch of somethin' them bitches can't FUCK WIT Foreal And still I want much respect If not, then I got, alot of nuts to check Fuck the check, I'm in this for my props now, partna Watch a Nigga drop knowledge like a rasta I could scope where your head at Cuz I, funk up a room like the fumes of the wound of a dead rat Yeah I done said that, fuckin' right Now ain't no touchin' mine, and Smooth ain't nothin' nice Ha? Let it be known Soon as I hit the door, fake niggas be gone Ready for whatever you ready for If ever you ready to take me to the other level, baby let me know Letras de cancionesI got'cha back like a siamese twin Or a chinese friend who lent'cha nineteen yen Tim, perfects a hymn, like Mahalia If you don't know, I'm sure, somebody gone tell ya [Chorus:] KABOOM! Guess who's back in the room? My attitude is fuck it and muthafuckas love it [x4] [Second Verse] KABOOM! Guess who stepped on the scene The player with skills to outscore your whole team I'm so clean you could eat red beans off me Awfully swift with words, but combos costly I'm straight bout my clout I'm straight out the South I wouldn't give a bitch mouth-to-mouth, trust me I'm wicked as Larry Bird jumpshots And I run this bitch and green is a young cop Not too many alive could survive my flow Not too many freestyle like me, I know But it's bout time that y'all get recognized And he who can't see what I see, better check his eyes He act froggish, then that's his ass Mr. Tim Smooth will suffocate another rapper, like a plastic bag And ask his Dad, "You want some of Shaburnke?" Show ya with that boot camp, they lettin' me KA-BOOM! [Chorus] [Third Verse] Well I swing through the swamp like I'm Tarzan I may be a marked man, but I ain't mark brand I'm boot camp, read it and weep And here's a dick trick BITCH now eat it in deep You niggas sweet as bon-bons Ol' wannabe playin' ass niggas need some pom-pons Ha? You don't want me to act a fool And he shivers when he here my name, watch this: Say it again, "Tim Smooth" Five ten I'm strong as straight gin I'm harder than George Foreman's uppercut to your chin Tim, couldn't be seen if I was wearin' flourescent green With a twenty inch fro, and no sheen You hoes gonna understand That I done fucked Wonder Woman twice, now bitches are callin' me Wonder Man And, I hold the fort in this platoon But, Boot Camp Clicc, lit again ya bitch, KABOOM! [Chorus] From Letras Mania