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There might be war so the mike ready for my heavy pen please Let me write, record another record for heavy weapons, in Sixty seconds, sixteen is up for grabs without questioning I hope to ring up Liam and question if he got bread to bring I better have understood this warfare and if I'll like it for Adding joints and joining this bounce, for awful arthritis In broad taste, landlord hates, hatred for the front door to take tape Mouths shut when they call Ermey if caught without a war face And get the first take for primary that the war hates Too poor to afford a place, in case that corner store roof breaks Do not touch be careful, just be ready for doomsday My birthday 21st May you gimme that loot tray so Groove stays on my bass line, the great vine, don't save time for What other groups make, so I'm bound to push those new mates Over, kill an evil empire and ride with De La Rocha and Pushed around the same time my birthday present was Daytona I'm begging over and over, for lines for hours, "But We don't need to show, you Jackal that world is ours", it's Packed with punchlines sour than sour patches on acid you Cowards wouldn't even take it so gimme all I'll devour packed with Power gorgeous as the beats by Kanye, we're bound to count the Amount of times you niggas get fouler so make sure it gets louder Grab another bladed blender, start to grind these niggas into Powder, or mix em' all up into chowder Cos' now it's word to wound up Padawans, grounds we battle on Got to smack them babies at their christening but they're not yet Born, gotta start the bonfire, on foot, all Rapping from childish niggas that have em bitch and all sook, huh Cause sookie sookie niggas wasn't shit, never fucking Fit not even earlier, their baby hair curlier Stick to Dunkin' Donuts when its Dilla on killing sprees Name in all caps when you're doomed with me and Madvillainy