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yeah, one, two, one, two, one, two, yeah, one, two, one, two, one, two, aight look, yeah, anybody think they can't test the bol, prolly, word bond, this is the best, that sean connery, we pure, come from the chest of bob marley, there's pain from the waste of the flesh, that's not godly, cube started out on the west with my posse, no put mess in my body, bullets gonna rip through the vest like hot saki, always gonna give you the best, but not robby, everything herb and liquor like hot toddy, we gon' trick 31 like rob zombie, you can't control the drum, you rock sloppy, i don't play second fiddle, i'm not scottie, if vinnie gonna spray the block, he rock shotty, the.45 caliber kick and stop roddy's, weisenthal loaded the clip and shot nazis, now to rhyme, made a decision and shot ghandi, they don't make me feel like i gotta bust a shot. hoo!, shot, they don't make me feel like i gotta cock this nine. hoo!, nine, hah hah, there's no choice wielding here, salute generals, cops trying to get him on lock to boost federal, they said vinnie one of the best but too technical, when i tried slowin' it down it's too sensical, the covenant dark in the soul, the blue sentinal, call this little 9 a dime and shoot ten at you, the mark that we made in the game, too indelible, god made dirt, and dirt produce vegetables, my heart pumps, runnin' the lane, you move minimal, it's octopus slums so beware a few tentacles, the rhyme too fine and the wine too delectable, my voice wave stronger than yours, it move decibals, manowar making it loud and move decibal, the snare don't knock and the kick is too minimal, sayin' that you're better than dirt is too literal, straight left over the jab induce medical, muerte, they don't make me feel like i gotta bust a shot. hoo!, shot, they don't make me feel like i gotta cock this nine. hoo!, nine, hah hah, yeah, stoupe what up