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- Styles Of Beyond Be Your Dog 歌词
- Styles Of Beyond
- Be Your Dog -Styles of Beyond
Hmmm
Ya It's Megadef
What you know bout Chepshots
Ya Yo
What you know about Tak
What you know about Ryu
What You know about this huh
Another half a**hit out now
We used to chill till the mother f
Did our style
It's kinda funny how
You and your friends of small towns
Act like got something big to drawn down silly
Prolly confuse serve it up to shock
Cause when you rhyme you sound like bolt combust combine
Don't act like you don't know
You and your crew couldn't hold it down solo
Your full of poop so I'm a scoop
The fecies and put it in a pamper
Let it drag and any time you call I won't answer
Won't get a cab and ride for free
You a little kitten that shouldn't of climbed the tree
Now your stuck with the truth till we dig up the bones
I feel pregnant birth to my visible clones
So for nine months I'm back rap watch them grow
With your back pack clown you sound sloppy though c'mon
Now I wanna be you dog
Now I wanna be you dog
Now I wanna be you dog
Now I wanna be you dog
Listen up faggot
Knock knock come off the damn platinum
Stab back and drop the plaque pop pop
So cock the magnum
Walk walk blow shots off at random
While you with Tak
We don't stop the anthem get my flow back
Low jack phone tap punk the Pink Panther
Give me a sol clap click clack rip that
Snap necks quicker then Kit-Kats
Knick-Knack paddy whack pistol whip pump the jams up
Wild west SOB's sh*t's bonanza
Who the f**k wants it
Spits guitar picks
Slit you neck with a Bic razor across it uh
Knock the b**ch lead singer unconscious
No pets so don't step watch the dog sh*t
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Signed a bad deal with a weak video
Maybe if I asked then I wouldn't need serial
Wouldn't have to beg anybody for sh*t
Specially to play me like I'm some kind of a b**ch
Every other day people just want to swallow my spit
Like I'm a plunger just lunge into the domino kits
And promoters with the fat heads
You and your chick friends
You don't even know what rap is you trippin'
47boots on the chin and I'm marquee
Any niggers heads spinnin'words out of my three
Hardiness skill I'll be a thrill
Something that ain't real it's obvious still
So for the hell of it we dropped another album
Shock every freak artificial intelligence
From popped pills get the mag-in-um click
Reload if necessary just to handle the kick b**ch
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your hip-hop nerd
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