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[Kool G. Rap]
Here's the motherfuckin magnificent
I'll even bag innocent motherfuckers
See suckers like there was ten I sent
So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey - eight
Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your playmate
So all you ni***z on the floor, bitchin that s**t is dead
Tell it to the motherfuckin mortician
So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin ni***z dead out
And blowin the back of your fuckin head out
Cookin ni***z better than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, I'm sendin ni***z to the trauma center
Because I'm rollin with force, tearin ni***z out the frame
Like they was pictures of a b***h that I divorced
Boss, so come on n***a, get wild and loose
I whoop your motherfuckin a** and get arrested for child abuse
Even your b***h can get it n***a
I shove the barrel of a nine up her behind
And pull the fuckin trigger
Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. You better sedate
Because lately ni***z ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can stand G. Rap
Save that candy-rap, s**t for the handicapped
Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather f**k with the aids virus
Cause I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put ni***z to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the s**t, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin ni***z sicker than Liberace's d**k
Good luck, another hood bucked
I kick you so far up your a** I get my motherfuckin foot stuck
See I manage to give ni***z more than a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage
Cause I'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in ni***z
And holdin triggers up, to them golddiggers
So if you all over my d**k just like a rubber
My rap is so fat, I make? And? ? Blubber
You better duck, I'm like a volcano when I erupt
You b***h-a** rappers'll get f****d
And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn Monroe
Left on death row, because I let the gun go
Bang blow your motherfuckin brains out
But you need more than detergent to get that motherfuckin stain out
Cause I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's
When I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobsters
Put down the microphone whether unknown or famous
You're out of luck and I don't give a f**k what your name is
Boy you better split, cause I'ma house s**t
My dick'll be rich if you ni***z
Wants to put your money where your mouth is
Gassed up a** n***a, come set it
Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
Now you could be a gold or a platinum artist
But deep down, you fuckin silly clowns know who's the hardest
Ni***z I watered down with the quarter pound
Cause my slaughter sound can be caught around
And found the slaughter town
For the clowns got eighty rounds worth of ammo
Play it again Sam, put on my jams, f**k a piano
I'm leavin lame ni***z brain dead
Aww f**k it, nuff said

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