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No Matter What People Say
I'm Gonna Keep Rapping This Way
No Matter What You May Think
I'm Gonna Keep Doing My Thing

I'm Almost As Famous As Fat Bald Men
Decided To Write Songs To Teach Musketeers To Sing
I Stick Britney Spears In A Room Full Of Mirrors
So She Gets Fifty Years Of Bad Luck [Crash]

Causing Terror To Christina Aguilera
When I Grab Her By The Hair And Drag Her Across The Sahara
Beware Of This Rap Terrorist With A Therapist
With A Hair Up His Ass Like A Rabbit Crawled In His Pants

Gotta Have It, I Hold Tylenol In His Hands
'til It Melts In His Fucking Palms And Dissolves In His Glands
(So Who Is It?)
The Fool Who Visit The Playground

With Two Biscuits To Lay Down The School District
Get Pistol Whipped With A Mauseburg
With A Pistol Grip And Fed Pitbulls Shit
Sniff Glue Sticks Like I Give Two Shits
If I Get Too Rich, I Just Get Sued

Yo, I Leave With No Injure, After I Blow Four In You
One Handstand On Top Of Your Ninja
Crash It, (Errrr) Doc Stir The Madness
'til You All Outta Work Like Tony Atlas

Walking, Cans In The Laundry Basket
America's Most With The Army After Us
Fuck Flossing, We Take What's Yours
A Low Fifteen Like A Ace In Four

I'm Outta Work, But Doc Laid Them Off
(Shit, The Power's Out)
The Tape Is Off
Yo, You Targeted From Arsonists

Papermate Pens Filled With Arsenic
I Got Hoes That Don't Know What Prada Is
Doc Could Shape Up, Touch Your Barber Miss
Betty You With A Bloody Blade

I Turn Rap Camps Into Crystal Lake
Fuck Bitches Face Is What I'm Gonna Do
'cause That What White Boy Tano Do

So How Is Everybody Doing Tonight?
Hope You're In The Mood To Get Drunk And Scream In A Fight
'cause Uh, We Getting Down For The Fuck Of It
So Suck My Dick If You All Don't Wanna Bump To This
Off The Wall!

Yo, So How Is Everybody Feeling Tonight?
Hope You're In The Mood To Get Rude And Ill In A Fight
'cause Uh, We Getting Down For The Fuck Of It
So Suck My Dick If You Don't Wanna Bump... Off The Wall!

No Matter What People Say
I'm Gonna Keep Rapping This Way
No Matter What You May Think
I'm Gonna Keep Doing My Thing

Yo, You Could Buy Jaz Spittin', Hospital, Son Admit It
Rip Your Lips Off, Kiss My Ass With It
Slap Bitches, Got Marshall Maths [Printing]
Weed, X, And The Acid Tabs Did It

I'm "What's Happening?" With No "Rerun"
Doc Rob "Deniro" When The "Heat" Come
My Barrel Hang Out The Camaro
Aimed At The Nose Of Them Hoes It's Hard To Breathe From

Flash The Gat, Your Town, Bogardin'
Your Wallet, Your Chain The Main Target
Beef Is Like Cold Engine, Don't Start It
Bust In The Air And Hit A Airplane Pilot

We Clowned You, Rap Surround Sounds Around You
From Ten Speed And Brown Shoe
Doc And Eminem, Cock The M

Fin