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You want it more basic than that.

Big boy nang get lips to the floor
Floor, floor, floor, floor
You know about other kids on tour
Yea, MC
You don’t know about
Yo, heyo
What you want
??
Listen
Ok
Yo
Shut up.

Huh
You don’t know about my socks
Rudeboy, got tings in my socks
I got bear big tings in my socks, in my socks
Don’t care, green in my socks, in my socks
And that’s just one sock
You don’t know about my other sock
Bless my cotton socks
Don’t make me have to remind you about my socks.

Yeah
You don’t want no beef
You want coleslaw
You don’t want beef
?? beef, you really ain’t ready for the beef
Got baby teeth, got judo beef
Come on I’ll bring you beef

Ok
I’m serious
Everybody so serious
That boy so serious
Came meet me get, I wanna blood, you don’t really wanna get serious
My whole crew is serious
That man is serious, serious, serious, serious

You’ll get lips to the floor
You want war, get lips to the floor
Wanna get more, bring your lips to the floor
You don’t know about lips to the floor
Bottom lip to the floor
Top lip to the floor
You’ll get nose to the floor
You’ll get forehead that’s on the floor
Lips to the floor

And you what blood, yeah and what
You just sayin’ and shit and what
You, what a, and what
Blood you ain’t sayin’ shit and what
And who
Blood you don’t know about me and you
What, you don’t know about you
My crew ?? what who

I don’t ramp
Rudeboy I don’t ramp
My squad don’t ramp
Don’t make me get
And a left foot skank
And a right foot skank
I don’t I don’t ramp
You’ll get skanked, with a draw thats damp

Listen
You’ll get lips to the floor,
You don’t know about lips to the floor
They don’t know about lips to the floor
Everybody lips to the floor
Yeah, yeah, lips to the floor
Yeah, yeah, lips to the floor
And yet more lips to the floor
And you get more lips to the floor

Kill, kill, kill get killed
??, they dunno get killed
Everybody wants to get killed
Yea you get killed, everybody kill
Let’s kill everyone, everybody kill
You, you, you, you know the drill
And you don’t know how we just kill everyone in the place that would just chill

You really, really want arms
Everybody wants arms
Everyone got arms
A chair got arms
If you didn’t have arms
You couldn’t really do much unless you got arms
That’s arms, word to your fat dead moms

What, what, what you ain’t got control
You don’t know about the control
When you piss you miss the bowl
You miss the bowl when you piss,
Because you piss, you miss the bowl
You don’t know why I hit the hole in the hole
You got no piss control, you missed the bowl

Yeah,
You don’t get gash
Why you don’t get gash
See now get all kind of gash
Get chow main gash,
I get fried food gash
I get tandoori gash
Brown bread, chicken and gash,
?? gash,
I just wanna get gash
Gash

And I kick you in the shin,
Blood no shin pads kick you in the shin,
Just like football kick you in the shin,
I ain’t got the ball kick you in the shin,
The shin
And we don’t need no ref
No, no, no, we don’t need no ref,
Blood don’t ever come and disrespect,
No, no, no, no, no, you get killed.
Blood you don’t know, how you get killed
Freestyle teams, and you get killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know get killed,

Crimewatch
you might see me on crimewatch,
you might see me on crimewatch,
you might see me on crimewatch,
Blood, you might see me on crimewatch,

What, you get lips to the floor,
You don’t know about lips to the floor
Fool, you’ll get lips to the floor
Get licks to lips to the floor,

What,
You’re just beggin’ on the floor,
You don’t really know about my lips to the floor
Blood, what
Its lips to the floor

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