[Intro: Twon Gabz]
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Yo! It's Twon G! A bully on the loose! And that's me!
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And y'all too, Dinero, D-Money whattup?!
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Huh Huh! Look!
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[Verse: Twon Gabz]
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I know a killa and he ain't one
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I'll let reality show him, VH1
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H1N1 sick I inflict pain
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Like board of health injections in dicks
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No homo, I'm well known no promo
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Pretty boy kill the act, Boris Kodjoe
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Huh! Let it knock door to door flow
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Bully shit with a twist like cornrolls
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With a kiss with a hiss, cobras
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Niggas slide me in the middle like okra
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Your flow fluffed like a pillow on a sofa
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I'm heated for bread I'm the middle of the toaster
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The negativity and doubt that you ran about
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Huh! I cook in God's kitchen he panned it out
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Knock him out man it's out from my hand to mouth
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In the crowd y'all stand I'm standin out
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Huh! I'm so numb like like a sore thumb
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And what you sayin is borin nigga ho hum
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Please! Kill it already
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I'm like a mean vicodin fill it already
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And what you talkin 'bout Willis still it's all 'fetti
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Turn your lights out nigga Pendergrass Teddy
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Foot in your ass heavy, like enimas
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Then I'm a, video your ass like cinemas
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Huh! I eat a lemon piss lemonade
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And when you stayed prayed up you a renegade
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Haters let you play your heart hit you with the spade
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You talk tough to a lion 'til you in it's cage
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Now the curtains shut, you wanna work it out
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With rednecks you worked them up, but pay the price now
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And y'all runnin around three blind mice style
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Well rhyme right now three blind mice style
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I might spit a concept or I might style
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This is real rap not a rap lifestyle
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I'm like wow life's foul, one day your here
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The next you disappear David Blaine Show
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In the hood it's the same ol' same ol'
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Fights pressure build the blocks and volcano
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Huh! Mortal Kombat, Caino
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I done killed this bitch, Jane Doe!
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Twon's Theme
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