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You know the Pun will diss you if your whole steez is unofficial
I'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tounge-kiss you
With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips
Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic
It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear
Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears
Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further
The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further for reverse birth
Every verse hurts, every curse word's already more offending
Than Eddie Murph's worst, I thirst for blood like a vampire
Any man claimin' his game's tighter is a goddamn liar
I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought
Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark
The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down
And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down
I'm no joke! I soak your face with a sweeper
Dying disgrace, now face your death through the speaker
I'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tounge-kiss you
With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips
Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic
It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear
Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears
Everything you fear is here, you ain't got to search further
The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further for reverse birth
Every verse hurts, every curse word's already more offending
Than Eddie Murph's worst, I thirst for blood like a vampire
Any man claimin' his game's tighter is a goddamn liar
I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought
Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark
The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down
And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down
I'm no joke! I soak your face with a sweeper
Dying disgrace, now face your death through the speaker