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i don’t think i’ll ever get enough of this sh-t
cuz every time i spit on a mic i hear you rock’n my sh-t
im a bad -ss m-th- f-cka form the hillside you can bet
when i grab a mic my words will rattle in your head

when i start ta spit an spew this toxic nfluance
i reckon i think over time y’all get used to it
you see i ain’t going no where i’m to f-ckn fluent
an with this motor city souther daw you can bet careers r get’n ruined

by a hick thats sl1ck as sh-t an grime’e
rocking out the 606 is where the f-ck you can find me
always high as h-ll with devil eyes yeah i be
puffin on them pine trees out in the hills of hazard county

theres a mob of m-th- f-ckas that’s doin’ what i do
were southern boys man you ant f-ckn with our kung fu
mt dew and moonshine’s the brew when we cruz
with a lot’ta hot blondes, burnetts, red heads all with tattoos

big t-ts an skinny hips these girls are f-cking bad as h-ll
everybody go on and admit it you know you want a southern bell
that cooks an cleans an does these things in nothing but g-string
trust me when i say these ladies know how ta bring down a king

see round here everyone of us is thoroughbred
stuck in n our ways that gets potrade like were thick in the head
so startin right now you can bet i’m nfxect’n the tracks
breaking out the ky so just sit back and relax as i nject

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cuz im n2 the pressure
an im n2 the force
im n2 momentum
an im n2 the thrust
im n2 the size of the hillside causing a f-ckin ruckus
an im n2 my attack cuz i’m nfxus

see i think it’s time to go ahead an start my annual chicken hunt
k-cking out the fakes maken way for this c-ck that love ta strut
quit’ca cluck’n punks before i cut’cha up
an go all cornel sanders in the booth an bobby foley ya m-th-f-ckas up

its time i enter in your homes
threw the speakers in your headphones
straight to your brains with my deftones
i got the gift to gab an h-llyeah you can bet its on
i’ve cracka’rised myself you ain’t got sh-t on me bro

i’m build ford tough born an raised a squared
h-ll yeah i got that motor city flair an wolverine hair
96 heading east is just a daily affair
bummb’n in the sable rock’n looking for the weed man

screemin one day i’ma die, mama don’t cry
they ain’t no heaven up in the sky
one day i’ma fade away and set the world on fire
an watch this m-th-f-cka burn an turn grey

yo rip in pease roc that’s for you my brotha
now let me show ’em what a dead poets these m-th-f-ckas
just ain’t got a clue of what i’m fixen ta do
i’m like a scooby doo clue mysterious as f-ck
an just like area 51 suspicious

so what if i’m off my rocker
what the f-ck you want me ta say
smoke’n bluegr-ss got me feel’n h-lla bonkers
theres no wonder i build agh dexter laboratory on the hillside
that’s n2 in size its time ta recognize

[c x2]
im n2 the pressure
an im n2 the force
im n2 momentum
an im n2 the thrust
im n2 the size of the mainline on the size of the earths crust
im n2 my attack yeah cuz i’m nfxus

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