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The L-C ft BIG & eminem - dead wrong 2
- [biggie verse]( .)
- Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
- Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
- Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
- The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers
- Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face
- Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
- Off her back, jab her if she act (uh huh)
- Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken honey
- I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
- The Visa, capisce ha? (yeah) I'm out like, "The Vapors"
- Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho
- Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
- Much style I should be down with the Stylistics
- Make up to break up, niggas need to wake up
- Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
- Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
- She don't remember shit, just the two hits
- Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the clit'
- Suckin' on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick
- And your moms ain't ugly love, my dick got rock quick
- I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
- I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump in' Around"
- Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B I G"
- Then I bust in her E Y E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
- [Eminem verse]( .)
- There's several different levels to Devil worshippin'
- Horse's heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
- Animals, havin' sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
- But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit, I just
- Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
- And I never eat you unless the fuckin', meat looks fresh
- I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a 9 in my pocket
- And baby I'm just, dyin' to cock him
- He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
- I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw (ooh)
- My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
- I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
- Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
- With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
- Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new whore
- Met on the second, wed on the third
- Then she's dead on the fourth, I'm dead wrong
- [My verse]( .)
- Lemme explain why they call me the L C (the lyrical cannibal)
- My lyrics are magical, then when you unleash the beast
- I set the world on fire, i have unlimited potential
- Trapped between 2 sides, lil fun on the joy rides
- Then i pop my glock, you'll never see a mother fuckin' G like me SEE
- Cause' I'm always being lazy, feeling so mofo' blazey
- Always smoking on my super lemon mother fuckin' hazey
- It's gon' be a massacre, smoking bud relaxing in you're blood
- I'm a killing machine, roll it, smoke it, now pass me more green
- Sit back, defend, jab, duck under, left hook, sparked out mate
- Now I'm on the attack, gazin' at her rack, feeling like I'm having a mother fuckin' heart attack
- Doing a magical mother fuckin' lyrical rope a dope, giving pussy rappers the opportunity to choke
- Love is the antidote, make a note, greatness I'll quote
- Blood on you're coat, my pain placed me on top of the food chain
- Now I'm hungry, dripping bloody slather, I'll have no mercy even if you beg
- I smell a lil bit of shit, some piss dribbling down you're mother fuckin' leg
- Yeah I'm a lyrical animal, call me a mother fuckin' cannibal
- [Chorus]( .)
- The weak or the strong
- who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?)
- You're dead wrong
- The weak or the strong
- Who got it goin' on? (come on, who got it goin' on?)
- You're dead wrong
- [Eminem verse 2]( .)
- There's several different levels to Devil worshippin'
- Horse's heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
- Animals, havin' sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
- But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit, I just
- Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
- And I never eat you unless the fuckin', meat looks fresh
- I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a 9 in my pocket
- And baby I'm just, dyin' to cock him
- He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
- I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw (ooh)
- My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
- I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
- Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
- With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
- Red on the ceilin', red on the floor, get a new whore
- Met on the second, wed on the third
- Then she's dead on the fourth, I'm dead wrong
- [Biggie verse 2]( .)
- When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
- Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
- Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh
- Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
- Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC
- G's disrespect me, my potency is deadly
- I'm shootin' babies, no ifs ands or maybes
- Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
- Slit the wrist of little sis
- After she sucked the dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick
- Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back
- But Smalls don't get down like that
- Found your father hidin' in a room, fucked him with the broom
- Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
- Who you think you're dealin' with?
- Anybody step into my path is fuckin' feelin' it
- Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
- Stab you 'til you're gushy, so please don't push me
- I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
- The black demon, got the little hookers screamin' (woo)
- Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
- With no hair in between, know what I mean?
- [My verse 2]( .)
- There's nightmares &dreams, then there's somebody like me
- Rip open you're chest, slash you the fuck up, throw you in a sewer
- Chop you up for capitalism, slam you in a cage, just to save you from my mother fuckin' rage
- Does it feel like prison?, I'm gon' leave a trail of lyrical destruction
- Make this a scary movie, you're final destination, I'm no longer gon' fight the temptation
- I'll eat you for dinner, sick of bein' a loser, learning to become a mother fuckin' winner
- Snakes on a plane?, fuck this, flip me and im'a go completely insane
- I'm sick of bein' in pain, aiming for the street fame, you fake ass rappers are lane
- Don't choke, spark a blunt, smack a sick fuck of a cunt, give the demonic freaks a massive kick in the dick
- Take another note, witness a G so don't provoke, I'm more Jesus than any pop, no mother fucker can handle this mother fuckin' smoke
- Locked in my room, nothin' to do, a lil bit of the boom boom
- Touching my dick, getting turned on, listening to some motivational music
- I'll fuckin' lose it, don't flip my shit, you'll have a mother fuckin' flap attack, nah you don't want none of this
- My arms held high, like a champion, fuck giving up, I'll just have a wank, spunk over every bitch yank
- Nobody untouchable, nothin' is impossible, on top of the world, feeling so fuckin' unstoppable
- I'm on another level, if you wanna keep up, all i can say is i wish zero luck to you
- That's how we do it on our side, west side, yeah you heard me clearly, smack you the fuck up
- Juicy like wet pussy, guaranteed you're tasty, so lemme see, on my knee, kissing me, suckin' my mother fuckin' dick like a professional baby
- Please will you touch me, rub me the right way, i want you're hands all over my body
- Yeah i suppose you're right, my lyrics put you on death row, hahaha, fuck all y'all, "YYYOOOUUU KNNNOOOWWW...!!!"
- [Double jab left hook]( .)
- The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (you're dead wrong)
- You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)
- The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
- You're dead wrong
- The weak or the strong
- who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?)
- You're dead wrong
- The weak or the strong
- Who got it goin' on? (come on, who got it goin' on?)
- You're dead wrong
- You're dead wrong
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