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[Chorus: sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Must Get Dissed"] Pen predator Pen predator, et cetera et cetera [x7] Pen predator, et cetera, yeah right [1st Pull:] Niggaz know it's about that time without a Schoolly D Gucci I pop that pussy ass rapper and leave it up to Luke to Pop the Coochie Truly a wretched steelo -- kept you Under Seige like Seagal Cause I housed more niggaz than that faggot named RuPaul Y'all all suffer the consequences I dispense dope sentences without a prescription prefixes asphyxiate bitches who flips linguistics Representin the West, relevant to relentless sentences If renegade rebels resent this wicked syntax (then jack) Revert to revolution Ras reverse, reverberates Revolvin with written retalliation, rate repetitious Reflex flex, regret niggaz regress to less than recoup When recording, I wreck, records Reflect stupid, it's so much more than just another rap and sample Cause I model more styles than Naomi Campbell See we been burning idiots with lyrical syphillis Since E.S.T. was Ackniculous, the nickle slick meticulous ventriloquist when I throws my voice over the Western HemisFear While my peers step over a Trail of Tears SongtexteGo get a job as a chandelier wit a glass jaw like dat I brings the impact to fracture mandibles, and manhandle the youth Since my mental exceeds every MC I've perceive credible Now becomes edible, kid! And yo, I'm D for wreckin when reputations collide But zhoom dum da dum, dadada dum dum Suicide it's a suicide ("Pen predator, et cetera, et cetera") [x10] ("Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah right") [2nd Pull:] I pull bitches like a lesbian and could come the fuck off with a vasectomy, in depth I be deeper than Bosses' recipe Incite recitation forever Ras Rock Steady like Buck when breakin on ducks Who get props by association Buy if ya lyrics suck, then fuck ya record label's juice Ock, I rock hip-hop non-stop and got more juice than Snapple Intricate to simplistic stylistics I solicit It gets niggaz open like fallopian ovulation Fuckin these kids like the Michael Jackson molestations Sendin ya back as the U.S. Nation did AIDS infected refugee Haitians Uhh, yeah niggaz so what's the haps You could put up ya dukes but in the West they bust caps So bulletproof fists is the only way I'm gone miss, but peep this My mental's the bullet, my tongue's the finger that pull it Check the method, soundtrack voodoo uh and bamboo like strapped Come better you, oh sorry verbal dyslexic You better come strapped like bamboo and a voodoo soundtrack And make sure not even one bar sounds wack (bitch) Cause we take the best shit and make it classic Word to Guru, take two fuckin pulls, and pass it Aus Songtexte Mania