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(clik clak) I'm gonna kill this mother fucker bring the paper and the lighter to get burn this fucking cracker now you shit is over, (september and october) whats gonna be, with the body will discover the police got a clue, they supposed that i will do knocking at my door, to comprove only the truth (this is my story), the facts of my version i was with my grandma, whatching TV guitar lessons im just a little boy, playing with my toy i imagine all the world in my hand to be destroy japan and new York, the next up in my list thats why im cursed,.. of curse that im insist (i sale my soul to devil to get fill the both packets) now you see me rapping, in the corner with my jacket (everything is good, everything is right) right here in the dark, im living far of lights ..no Schwarzenegger, no robocop its me in the building, whatchin city in the top I dont know the fear, i didn't see the face of death i got my shoe box, fill of bullets (ricochet) drinking all the poison, the ice cube gon melted vanilla ice, ice-t, in the menú is deleted (follow now the leader, the drug will be deliver) the sky or the ground, its what you get cuz you believer go the hell, not again came from my vacation your boss in the office you don't see notification (where you at?.. where you been?) bring me the coffe i dont page you to be lazzy, why you acting like a crazy tell to you mama, tell to you papa if a stranger offer candies and he looking like a rapper sorry miss jackson, you daughter is a bitch she looking for a good time with a pimps and a richs nothing more to say, im gonna be stay watch you back, i attack, everything away call the drug dealer, you tell about my name (dangerous rhymes, ima dropping in the rain) Dj sex bullets djsex stereotype