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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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