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Guillotine
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Method Man
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[Intro] Uh, yeah Music park Let's get it Yo [Verse 1] Stop playin’, y'all know I murder these bars Lyin' when you stand ’round here, purgery charge They sleepin' on me, king, don't really care what it's called When he woke up with the ring to see a courtesy call Don't know who got a condom, but this certainly raw And I ain't got a problem, but I'm certainly yours See, I ain't perfect, but I am perfectly flawed And, boy, do I deliver, this some maternity boy Who next, baby? Either pick the ball or the soil When your chick international, I just call her a broad I rap in all capitals, more than half of these rappers do If you a half-rapper, then you the rapper I’m rappin’ to Wrappin' you like package, if you ain’t packin' they packin' you It just so happens you'll be the rapper in Habit 2 Son, I’m still Park Hill labral Whoever stole my pack of nine-one, I'm still mad at you [Chorus] Uh, but am I preaching to the choir? Then blow a chem cloud like you speaking to the sky Hold it like a grudge 'til you're bleeding from the eye Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly [Verse 2] From the top, my dogs put your dogs underground Catch a round or catch a straight dog from the pound If this is Game Of Thrones, I ain't far from the crown And if this it, a lot of y'all ain't far from a clown I fall off, it's nothing, I ain't far from the ground Rappers offer sixteens and that ain't far from the Browns Then lay your game, your whole squad out of bounds I'm too dirty to be washed up, but y'all watered down I don't floss much, no, but I can C-E-O So I bossed up, ayy, buck fifty is the cost Cut A1 with the sauce up in beef Ever since I gave the pork up, let's eat Put the medal to your teeth Y'all done forked up, nice, another one to chalk up New York up, Christ, no, y'all don't want to cross us Be cautious because this is torture, extortion Your inscorture, but rappers tryna tell me if it taught ya Heh, Meth get ugly, but he gorgeous And he get to this money, Daddy Warbucks Tell your smut date over, pull the drugs up Cigar gut, it's up all in the club, putting squad up [Chorus] Uh, but am I preaching to the choir? Then blow a chem cloud like you speaking to the sky Hold it like a grudge 'til you're bleeding from the eye Wings up, move forever, I believe that I can fly
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