boom bashin'

here comes the boom

with the hip hop bash as i smash and crash

how many gangsta rappers are gonna last?

not one

they got done

i had fun

doin em and screwin em and booin em and chewin em

i'm slick and i'm quick

up my sleeve is a trick

hey! so what

i use funky drummers

suck my dick

i'm still thick

with murderous beats and heavy kick

and i'm sick of the so-called shots ya gonna lick

i slam and i slam and i slam

did i mention that i slam

don't eat spinach but i yam what i yam

death-defyin like a circus

i work this

mic

you can't jerk this

off-beat on purpose

i never smoke dope

i don't carry a nine

i ain't no hustler with bitches on my mind

gangstas are swimming in the water but comin' up shorter

i oughta

boom bash and slaughta

i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i'mma break it down

and i do mean down

yo way down

so far down-down the devil gonna call it underground

niggas betta know the fuckin score

cause i'm raw

like eddie

and like confetti they get tore

up

from the floor

up

there's no time

and my spits gettin sprayed in ya face as i rhyme

so run run run

ya better head for the hills

get ya gun gun gun

and ya cyanide pills

get the rope for ya neck

and the razor for your wrists

cause i'm pissed

and it's suicide to battle this

ummm

highly explosive

material

grand imperial

pour me on cereal

cause i flow from the belly of a cow

wipe ya brow

how ya like me now

i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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you can get with this

or you can get with that

but you can't get with the man with the mad snap hat

i take em out with one blow to the cerebellum

and tell 'em

my jam's so funky that you can smell 'em

with 26 styles i enter

i bent the-

rapper like a pole

yo i'm cold like winter

rhyme for rhyme

head to head with a one go

i come from crooklyn

it's wild like a jungle

yeah

you might get a cap jack

ya act mack

i carry a can of flat black in my napsack

lookin for a wall to tag up

i dag up

and rag up

a nigga yo digga raise the flag up

i click click my heels

and good is how it feels

there's no place like home and chrome on ya wheels

make it through the project

dance if i choose to

hope i didn't lose you

bruise you

i cruise through

the neighborhood

in a chevrolet impala

drop to the ground and makin' the girls holla

rollin

rollin

rollin

i'm rollin

sorry officer

the car ain't stolen

i really don't care what you thought of me

i oughta be

far from orderly

in my fashion

i boom and i bashin'

i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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i boom and i bash and i bash and i boom

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