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(Watch out) here it comes (Watch out) here it comes (Watch out) here it comes (Watch out) here it comes Hold it right there, your attention folks We came here to fulfill your hopes But you better (watch out) it might get ugly Cuz you my friend are beginning to bug me so Here's a little smack, going back to the grill again Hit you in the hat like the Skipper did Gilligan So get back before I snap like a Kit Kat And pop you in the mouth quicker than a Tic Tac Biff, bam, boom like a Batman fight scene You defeat UD, that was a pipe dream Kicking you around like a hacky sack With the beats and the raps that be action packed I知 ready to go, I got my foot on the petrol And if you didn't know I値l steal the show like a clepto I grew up with a love for rap But this combat and you're about to get smacked I think I gotta, think I gotta, think I gotta hit 'cha I think I gotta, think I gotta, think I gotta hit 'cha I think I gotta, think I gotta, think I gotta hit 'cha I think I gotta, think I gotta, think I gotta hit 'cha [Chorus] Smack, you make me laugh Talking that way, get off the crack Slap, you needed that We'll teach you how to act When we go smack, you make me laugh Talking that way, you better step back or Slap, you needed that We値l teach you how to act When we go smack We used to call them perpetrators But now if you do they'll say your a hater Well it's true cuz I hate you And all of that hogwash that you do You jiggy rappers are a lyin disgrace So I知 running up, coming with a pie in your face As you pose and blow kisses, your image is fictitious Pop junk but you're a punk like Sid Vicious I was born 6 o'clock on the dot, ready to rock Took one look at the doc and then I blew up the spot I move the crowd like I called in a bomb threat Your nervous, I see your knees shake and your palms sweat I come equipped with explosiveness so know the risk Or you gonna get blown to bits On the microphone I知 dangerous as defcon 3 And you'll find out you never should have slept on me I think I gotta, think I gotta, think I gotta hit 'cha I think I gotta, think I gotta, think I gotta hit 'cha I think I gotta, think I gotta, think I gotta hit 'cha I think I gotta, think I gotta, think I gotta hit 'cha [Chorus] x2 That痴 right, this one痴 going out to all you cats Wearing retro jerseys with matching hats And too much jewelry Rocking that gangsta pop ringtone rap Watch out, yeah, you might get smacked In the face |
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