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Terminator

(альбом: Kaiser Von Powderhorn 2 - 2010)


Aye, just be easy man, I think I forgot how good I was
Push and shove, when it comes down to that, bitch, I'll fuck you up!
Uppercut; take you to back of the shed and then I'll cut you up
Into little pieces like Reeses, man that shit'lll hush you up
Just when they get to thinking that I am a party-boy
I let my hands fly, sumthing like an Army boy
I bring the circus, call me Prof: The Carny Boy
Arm me boy, calling all of y'all to try to find me boy!
Bitch, you can't fuck with this! Ever seen nuts like this?
Ever seen 20 below, make a rapper's skin as tough as this?
I've had enough of this, emcees is Snuffleupagus
And when those rappers meet me, they looking like they kind of scared
Kind of like I'll pick them up, and throw them down a flight of stairs
Rapping just like a mad-man, damn man, aye, that's all I know
Bucking out, handing out eye-protection before my shows
And me and Rahz nothing but a pair of assholes
I'm the flyest of all time: Pterodactyl
You're a trashy lawn tire
I'm literally on fire: bon fire
You're in the seats. I am the umpire
Hot sex, gun fights, Uzis, Jacuzzis
Jumping outta' helicopters, keepin beer in koozies
Seven-thousand volts, keep your finger on my pulse
I'll be swimming in them floats, bitch, believe I'm on a boat, yeah
Swimming through your city limits, in minutes, I'm eating spinach
Cock-eye, pop-eye, soft guy, I think he's finished
I'm sick, best believe it's un-treatable
Even though, you ride with me, I'll throw you out the vehicle
You're living for your tax-cut, I'm living like a Mack Truck
Swerving through the lanes, face down, trick, ass up!
There is only one Prof, accept no impersonators
I'll show up and serve them later
Terminator

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