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(Bae B Face Kaos/Lee Majors) 
Sometimes I get so wild 
I blow up (POW) 
Here I come now 
Check out the new style 
Oh my god child 
Here comes the word dripper 
Word to black tripper 
Lyrical whipper slicker nigger 
Case closed like a zipper 
Ill flip ya with the style on the mic 
From the arm at PM dawn 
Next plan is hype 
So I excite to hold tight 
The underground sounds 
Jus got off Jacobs ladder 
(So wont you let me come down) 
Let me come down Ill kill someone 
With the gats son at least some men are in 
Some say Im awesome 
Jus like John I got the whole Single 
-ton on your back 
An its like that 
So I drive girls crazy 
Ask Mrs. Daisy 
Jump up an praise me 
Nobody can phase me 
I amaze me cuz yo my 
Tracks got the boomers 
Kickin the shit that 
Make ya back flip outcha bloomers 
Ill murder him 
Ill murder them 
Put me on the track 
For black Ill kill them 
(Y-Tee/Big Light) 
Rudeboy I sting and a badboy I shock 
Inside the clip man qwe load up the glock 
On shot tocks so we hafta bust shot 
Start from the bottom make we rise to the top 
(Bae-B-Face Kaos/Lee Majors) 
I ROCK 
Hip hop the best G 
I snipe just like wesley 
Crunch like nestle 
Tell me whos the best G 
Bush Babee bad man 
Ill flip the rap 
Got the hand on the gat 
Plus Im on the attack 
(Chorus 8X) 
Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack 
(Mr. Man) 
Ya just cant stop 
The rhymantically dreadified 
Lyrically ill 
Booger pickin 
Butt scrathin 
Heads a flyin, the illest 
Or should I say 
The most illified 
Type of hyperactive 
Lyricalmatical 
Boombastically bonified 
Hyper technical 
Unforgattable 
Crazy sweatable 
Individual 
Quick to put up a battle 
Rowdy, rapper goes bazootey 
Baggin up the goodies 
The rough rasta bootey 
Mr. man is attackin 
Thats when I get conniving 
So hold your freaking horses 
The boss is arriving. 
I gave a wussup like Martin 
Chill kid Im startin 
I beg your pardon 
Got it locked like a warden 
Applaudin cuz I got the illified flow 
Ya know the flow 
Yo Mr. Man steal the show 
Hecka-hecka-heck yeah 
Just cuz Im the lyrical master blaster 
Capitol-rapitol M/R/M/A/N 
So I rhyme faster than ya moms 
Could make a batch of big brown booger snacks 
When I Doodle-da-doot-doot-doot ATTACK. 
(Chorus 8X) 
(Y-Tee/Big Light) 
Pon de attacka break a DJ offa his spot 
But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on top 
Pon de attack break a DJ offa his spot 
But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on 
No me says break a leg a leg an dis boy cant jump 
Because fe line shoulda drop an rise to the top 
An lissen a rudebwoy know yall cant stop 
Buck a bust those shot a try they move dey ass 
An but dem wrote dem 
Cuz when dey can not 
So nigga fling two thing 
So bucks those shot 
Some brand new tune 
An put dey pon top 
Because me rough, me tough 
Me light, me black 
Me charm, me thin 
Me sting, me shot 
Me quick, no false 
Me rap, me track 
Me leave em on top a dey roof an make dey cant come back 
An if a DJ ever test a might to chop dem foot 
Mic take one, two 
An bombed on dey squad 
An buck a real shot 
When me tryfe on dey track 
Buss some buss some 
An me goes to have fun 
An lissen to bush babbes cuz we run things hard too. 
(Chorus 8X)

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