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[MF Doom/Viktor Vaughn] Dub it off your man, don't spend that ten bucks I did it for the advance, the back end sucks It's better than sittin up in a crack den wit the Mac 11 Yellin at your feinds and friends to duck There's feds at the door, oh it's just Fed Ex I thought I heard walkie talkies, must've been them redneck Neighbors of mine they fuckin with they CB And we in the spot watchin COPS on TV Blazin greens, thumpin Big's first cd Drinkin OE, hopin pigs don't see If they was psychic, they try ta give em the electric chair It's gettin hectic in here, and it's a election year Keep this section clear, VIP Shed a few tears since a knee-hi G And got more tricks up my sleeve, cough, hick-up cough and sneeze Make a emcee sick and dry heave weeze They must be still allergic to a Real raw rhymer with skills thats surgical Take the day off and lay off the crazy water It don't faze V as he lay up wit your lazy daughter.. With your lazy daughter [MF Doom/Viktor Vaughn] ...Heat the bake, V came to eat your team steak And for desert, a treat, the green cake Letras de cancionesSo much sweets it's a dream, it seem fake These type feinds make your beat machine break It's on the fritz, put it on the ritz And watch what he gets, once his mits is on the glitz A lot of rappers is soft tit, talk shit They need to do us all a big favor, cawk it ..Spit it like raw grits, get it They better off forfeit admit it Relaxin in your town, once the tall quit V keep comin back with more and more hits.. More hits From Letras Mania