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[Verse 1]
Abound, I'm underground eating horehounds in a mount full of bloodhounds
They run around in my playground as I resound my background's foreground
I desist the hist and insist the kist of racist satanists
My gist resist wishing my wrist would wreck, I'm a pugilist of these statists
All around alienist, that's my business
Beatmaker and lyricist, just enjoy my grist
But damn, don't soud so stupid and dumb son
The government's a G-Unit and they might buck young
[Verse 2]
Among the throng I'm headstrong, sidelong a prong and a barong
Eating scuppernong, sippong oolong in a weeklong trip to Hong Kong
My brain gains amain, maintains and interchange the same lanes
While these vain villains try to ordain plenty lame gains and domains
But we strong, just hit the bong and sip some souchong
Prove 'em that you're way more than I dried piece of butong
We gotta charge, like a runaway train into the rain
Go spray the pain, falcon punch, end of game
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