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Yeah Webby Big Merk in the fucking building I am the mic the microphone killa I said I am the mic the microphone killa Yeah We the Canadian Connecticut connection Ridin dirty as Chamillionaire since my conception Pocket full of weed while I was sitting in detention And sold it to my teachers cause they knew I had discretion That's why they let me slide when I just couldn't pay attention And gave me a C- when my score was 37 Always battled anxiеty and depression But when that bеat's on it's like divine intervention Murder snap crackle and pop Ima have for lunch Choking Count Chocula while I'm stabbing Captain Crunch Leaving Toucan Sam slumped when I blast the pump Switching to the buckshot for that silly rabbit chump Smack the Smacks frog literally With Raid spray for that Honey Nut Cheerio Bee Shoot the stripes off of Tony when I'm gripping the trigger Do you get it now? I'm a fucking cereal killer I'm the main course, y'all the fucking ketchup and mustard War with me? I'll leave you looking like you're General Custer I'm sticking up the bank leaving federals flustered I've been fed amphetamines since I was 7 been buzzing but SongtextePharmaceutically Since I hit puberty Chemically imbalanced since jump bitch Google me Usually Find me in the booth physically abusing brutally Microphone killa this a eulogy (pop, pop, pop) We gon' line 'em up Knock 'em down Show up in your side of town Hear the trunk rattle from the subs when we ride around Ride around, show up in your side of town Line 'em up Knock 'em down Motherfucka you all know that I am the mic the microphone killa Yeah, I am the mic the microphone killa Yeah Pull out the strap and put dots on you like dalmatians Causing earthquakes in the studio feel the ground shaking I drop bombs like I'm going to war with Al-Qaeda Fuck Hollywood the whole industry is ran by child rapists I grab the mic and fucking break it in two As an example of what happens if you play with my crew I'm fucking snapping on these rappers bitch I'm straight up the truth Oh you would think I got evicted the way I'm making these moves I'm going exorcist on the entire freshman list, they shook Make they lines disappear, that's an Etch-a-Sketch Now voted off the island, hold your sign up saying SOS Go tell 'em all that they can suck my dick so nothing's left unsaid I'm fucking furious, get lost Tell ya chick to get the hint the bitch is curious like George I am goat level, yup I'm superior to y'all Something serious, y'all don't know who you're dealing with on God Now I might ignite the kerosene I'm Iron Mike training for the title fight beware of me I don't like the fact you pussies share the same air I breathe A crazy ass Canadian and a cold blooded Cherokee We gon' line 'em up Knock 'em down Show up in your side of town Hear the trunk rattle from the subs when we ride around Ride around, show up in your side of town Line 'em up Knock 'em down Motherfucka you all know that I am the mic the microphone killa Yeah, I am the mic the microphone killa Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania