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Who Knew (Freestyle Cover)
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Dr. Dre
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Yo, look, Yo I'm the type who just might shoot a cop in the head Silly fed the vest just wasn't going to be stopping the lead With a shot to the head Thought you was on top, now you dropping instead Got a sopping and red colored mop cause you bled Hydrogen Peroxide is said to clean all the spatter spots up I read Tell the judge it's not what I said when they play this for em' Don't listen to what they say ignore 'em That wasn't me, it was an imposter that they paid to say it for 'em So now you're long gone your kids'll have to grow up as orphans Cause I killed their momma too, and she never had abortions Y'all don't got a f**king clue how much anger I've had storing up Hoarding or ignoring still I stab you with no warning Needed rap, if it wasn't that, I'd need some crack Cause if you knew my life You'd be like 'why the f**k would he look back' My biggest fear is looking in my rear mirror, hearing One of my bullies in my ear screaming out 'Heebz you wack' Cause if he did I'd probably block off the EZ-Pass Pump back my 12 gauge and shoot him in the knees and hat That's when he pees himself and sees the gat Heard him let out a weezy gasp Shot him twice and realized I need some gas Then I left a couple up in his head And fled the scene quick as Tekashi cuddled up with the feds I've had enough of you redneck motherf**kers With your cousins getting f**ked in the bed Talking sh*t about me acting like you wasn't inbred You bunch of nobodies I'ma f**king murder and then burn you so there's no bodies People be like no Bobby, nobody want's to have this evil a friend Suck a d**k, I couldn't even pretend To like y'all, I hate y'all, I wish y'all a great fall On your head so it breaks off and impales to a stake all Covered up with some steak sauce for dogs to rip your face off I'd eat it all myself but you probably would taste awful f**k it just a bite and that's it You acting hype like you like what I spit I'm seeing right through your sh*t Yeah you, f**king stupid white dyke little b*t*h I'm possessed by the devil while I'm writing my sh*t That's why it might sound like in this song I'm talking to you Because I am and I'll have you outlined with chalk in a few Or at the very least shooting dope or popping a blue I'll kill you then start acting like your murder's shocking me too Like what is y'all finna do? I'll be sitting here, sipping beers, getting weird Laughing at these little queers Trying to battle rap with me, every f**king where I go Acting like I care you blow, acting like a f**king hoe Gassed up at a f**king show, swear that you as f**king slow As a Jersey DMV, now you really want to see the demon me Like what the f**k you need from me? I just need some weed rolled up in a fronto nice and evenly People were so mean to me, seems to me that's the reason Heebz Turned so heathenly Leave you breathing the air from oxygen machinery You gon' see the reason that in the hood they call me street, b*t*h Oh and I heard I'm p*ssing off the police, I'm so pleased Put 'em down on both knees Pulled my balls out and told 'em hold these b*t*h I'm with some OG's, f**king with me's no breeze Have you begging for your life, crying out like 'no please' Like a Jersey City cop 'Bobby, thought we talked about this I mean did we not?' Sorry Satan it's just that hitting cops gets me hot Hit some shots in their brain, then in that spot hit some pot I've just got to blame it on Two random people chilling at a Kosher store Shoot 'em both then walk out the wide open door I'm a psychopath, I mean what the f**k was you hoping for? Traumatized at only fourteen and now you hope I'm your Little teachers pet, Dog I'll squeeze your neck And make people wonder how I just murdered you with a Rope that short Hit you with a sniper rifle, no scope for sport Let the cops arrest me and start shooting up some dope in court Never had no hope of course All I ever had's a broken brain, a f**king murdered soul, a beat And vocal chords Want new music better hold your horse Or shut the f**k up and help me hide these bodies in a Stolen Porsche Grab his f**king leg bro, god damnit. Put him in the f**king trunk bro come on, fat ass f**k. He looks like the f**king thing from the goonies bro
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