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(feat. MF Doom, Sean Price) [MF Doom:] Hmmmmm... You say the beat grabbed you, then the rhyme stabbed you But can't prove it was my clients Doom and Babu? I rest my case - the witness never showed up They both kept heat on the street and had it sewed up Defense was wise, complete with alibis What the informer told the coroner was a pile of lies Beat the rap in a court of law Free to beat the crap out the snitches while protectin and extortin the poor Expect to expect the unexpected Check for wreck, tons up under or in front of Han detected Thunder for breakfast, sun a hundred sons in under a second Whoever disrespect neck get disconnected Off the record macho steel cage tiger stripe Metal Fang strike a virgin's Macho Libre biker type Rigged for a fake drawer, that's what the paper do Pick more cake score HD pay-per-view It's much safer for you to cry dry tears for years Dun-da-da-dah Villain here, no fears It is what it is 'cept it ain't what it used to be That's news to me choose to be free musically Take it from Doom-Deini the crew meanie Act like you don't know or even if you see me SongtexteIn it for the green zuchini, so we can get a new Beemie For Babu, the 1 and 2's genie [Chorus x2: scratched by DJ Babu] "Don't start none, won't be none" "Your game, I'm above it, it's combat" "My advice, quit talkin, it's over" - "no doubt" "You don't know-know-know-know what it's about" [Sean Price:] Question~! Nigga... have you ever heard of Sean? Hell yeah but I prefer my Uncle Murda songs I'm sorta whack like, +Hancock+ movie Shorty dropped to her knees sayin "Hand cock to me" Box of chop suey, flowin through outerspace +Ring the Alarm+ this nigga tryin to Mock-Fu me Pop shots to he, damn that's bad grammar Fuck a senior citizen, bad gramma jammer Rap like a 'Bama ('Bama) sound like pork chops Slapped with the hammer change his diet into full pop Unorthodox socks, knee high, Jason Terry Maverick, stab a chick when chasin fetti My mind on my money (money) money on my mind (mind) This 9 on my waist guaranteed money all the time (time) Whack rappers always argue over faggot shit I argue with Dru about seekin new management [Chorus] [MF Doom:] "Duck Season 3" officially in Haters Town Be sure to bring your maters call, and lazer sounds They flied in, migrated, that's why I waited The whole time eye and balls dilated Flier was faded, the date was right though Hoe it ain't nuttin but my hound dog Nitro Go get 'em boy, Villain found some dinners After I finished skinnin 'em y'all can split the innards [Sean Price:] Innards, Lynard Skynard - why did I say that? Not to fuck up the ebony flow of said track Head crack, I always throw sixes Return to Ike Turner, I always throw bitches You know the flow vicious - new and improved shit No time for arguin - do what you do bitch I like sneakers and I like bud Catch me smokin right in front of the Flite Club [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania