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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