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Living
off borrowed time, the clock
tick
fas
ter

That'd be the hour they knock the
slick
blas
ter

Dick
Dast
ard
ly and Muttley
with
sick
laugh
ter

A
gun
fight
and they
come
to
cut
the
mix
mas
ter

I
-
C
-
E
cold
,
nice
to
be
old

Y
2
G
stee
twice
to
three
fold

He
sold
scrolls
, lo and
be
hold

Know who's the ill
est
ever like the great
est
sto
ry
told

keep you glory,
gold
and
glit
ter
For half, half of
his
nig
gas'll
take him out the
pict
ure
The other half
is
rich
and it don't mean
shit-ta

Villain: a
mixture
between both
with a
twist of
liquor

Chase
it with more beer,
taste
it
like
truth or dare
When he have the
mic,
it's
like
the
place
get
like:
"Aw yeah!"
It's
like
they know what's 'bout to
happen

Just keep ya
eye
out, like "
Aye
,
aye
captain
"
Is he still a
fly guy
clapping
if nobody ain't
hear it

And can the testify from inner
spirit

In
living
, the
true gods

Giving
y'all no
thing
but the lick like
two broads

Got more lyr
ics
than the church got "
Ooh Lords
"
And he hold the
mic
and your attention
like
two swords

Or even one with two blades on
it

Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDs on
it

It's like the end to the
means

Fucked type of message that sends to the
fiends

That's why he brings his own
needles

And get more cheese that Dor
itos
,
Cheetos
or
Fritos

Slip like
Freudian

Your first and last step to playing yourself like
accordion

So
nas
ty
that it's probab
ly
somewhat of a
traves
ty

Having
me
, then
he
told the
peo
ple "You can call
me
, Your
Majes
ty!
"
Keep
your
batte
ry
charged, you
know
it
won't

Stick
yo
, and it's not his fault you
kick
slow

Should've let your
trick
ho
chick
hold
your
sick
glow

Plus
no
body couldn't do nothin' once he let the
brick
go

And you
know
I
know
that's a bunch of
snow

The
beat
is
so
butter
,
Peep
the
slow
cutter

As he
utter
the calm
flow
("Your mother-"), don't talk about my moms,
yo

Some
times
he
rhyme
quick, some
times
he
rhyme
slow

Or
vice
vers
a, whip up a
slice
of
nice
verse
pie

Hit it on the
first
try
, villain: the
worst
guy

Spot
hot
tracks like
spot
a pair of fat
asses

Shots
of the
scotch
from out the square
shot
glasses

And he won't
stop
'til he got the
masses

And show 'em what they know
not
through flows of
hot
mo
lasses

Do it like the ro
bot
to headspin of
boogaloo

Took a few
minutes to convince the average
bug-a-boo

It's ugly, like
look at you
, it's a damn
shame

Just remember it's ALL CAPS when you spell the man
name

I knew you was ----ing a
round

Playing
all innocent and hoe'ing
since
the
found
ations

Don't make me have to
pound
this
tin
crown
face in

And
risk
being jammed up like traffic, in
bound
from
spacing

There's been a
place
for you in my heart since we
first met

A teenage love that didn't feel no
hurt yet

My boys warned me you was poison like BBD
first
cassette

And still I put my chips on the
worst bet

Gave up the
skirt
, now I gotta hear it from the
street

How dare you drag my name in the
dirt
and
cheat

You could've broke it off, ended it and
dipped

And if you spoke soft we could've still pre
served
the
friendship

Now you apologize, that's what they
all say

You wasn't sorry when you sucked him off in the
hallway

But have it your way, raw-no
foreplay

That's you if you want a dude who wear a mask
all day

And just to think, I used to be proud of you
And you had some real good power...