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  • Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x)
    Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
    Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor **********!)
    Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
    I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
    Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate
    And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create
    I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
    Now I'm ********* with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
    Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it
    The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
    With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger
    in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature
    Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
    for help, and all the ********* yellin to is yourself
    Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin
    I'm pu************n the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin
    [Sen Dog]
    Boo-yah!... come on, mother*********
    [B-Real]
    Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x)
    WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. Big
    Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate mother*********!)
    You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
    Your head is, gettin ********* and I'm skippin the intercourse
    Behold, the Mic Horse, you're takin a loss **********
    Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my ********* paper
    chaser green bag gladiator, terminator ************ germaniator
    The greater the risk you ********* hater
    Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow
    with the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glow
    Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason
    I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season
    [Sen Dog]
    Nighty-night, *********a
    [B-Real]
    Pam Pa Ra Ra  (7x)
  • Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x)
    Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
    Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor **********!)
    Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more
    I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore
    Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate
    And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create
    I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy
    Now I'm ********* with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
    Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it
    The reward bein destroyed, freakazoid toy
    With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger
    in the stranger's eye, the killin comes second nature
    Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin out, hear you callin out
    for help, and all the ********* yellin to is yourself
    Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing when you bluffin
    I'm pu************n the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin
    [Sen Dog]
    Boo-yah!... come on, mother*********
    [B-Real]
    Pam Pa Ra Ra (4x)
    WAR pigs, you dig, see kickin out Mr. Big
    Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate mother*********!)
    You feelin the force, meant for remorse, right from the source
    Your head is, gettin ********* and I'm skippin the intercourse
    Behold, the Mic Horse, you're takin a loss **********
    Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my ********* paper
    chaser green bag gladiator, terminator ************ germaniator
    The greater the risk you ********* hater
    Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin the fader slow
    with the Hi-Lo, servin the blow, who got the glow
    Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason
    I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin season
    [Sen Dog]
    Nighty-night, *********a
    [B-Real]
    Pam Pa Ra Ra  (7x)