Headbanger -

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Negroes! Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? The headbanger, the headbanger, the headbanger, the headbanger By the Smith gettin' cracked! Crank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks As I chill, and bust grills, you take snapshots Of a maniac, dressed in black, the rad abstract Kid you played me too close (Slow down and catch a cap!) 'Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (Uh-huh) Strictly biz to hard (Yeah!), as I climb charts Bustin' heads daily as I compose like Mozart You stand sayin' "Man, damn! Why him?" ZL1 targa, five-sixty Benz I'm sinkin' mad deep, no shorts and no sleep I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip Of the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my tar-get The bozack, I rip up flows that Make an MC stop and chill and say he's all that Hardcore, no R&B singer Roll with the Hit Squad, down with the headbanger Headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! By the Sherman gettin' cracked! (Break it down!) Surprise! You wonder where I been, I been workin' With sounds makin' danger and black birds chirpin' A real Damien, omen possessed by the devil You dig the rhythm, and I'll play the runnin' rebel Changed my style, so I could freak the funk Yo, pass the Phillie, Hit Squad spark the blunt! I got the power to ramshack a stadium Wubba wubba! Even Doolie Brown end up will layin' ya Yo, I'm from the boondocks, so I knows the flavor Sometimes I curse, but nah, I show behavior EPMD, yo, is in this to win this A brand new LP, so mind your business No jokin', I'm gettin' paid fully You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody Yo, where's my hoodie? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus Talk with the b-boys, swing and blast up suckers Walk like an Egyptian, but packin' my steel Bust em, go to court, make my own appeal As taught as a kid, I'm told, never talk to a stranger 'Cause I could be a headbanger Headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! Can't stand no hater! I'm the original rap criminal My shots, spell spray, duck, means my trigger finger's digital My gun'll make men admit they should dip When I get mad and pissed, 'cause I can make 'em my target Raggin' 'em, taggin' 'em, draggin' 'em, magnum hollow-point Rhymes in my mic, so Smith a result of a Magnum So back up off me, here's a clip For uzis and guns and none ya faggots gonna off me I'm sure you know the deal of my nine Com' box, I knock punks out, quick like a van to Holyfield More rhymes than music's my solution Subscribers of my style, here's a contribution Let's say you want a Chevrolet, I'm parkin' MCs Like cars, and drivin' MCs away Tanks gon' be full, true rappers won't attempt me I break the stairs shift and leave 'em empty 'Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a ho tow truck To cold tow truck your weak side show Back on the scene is the incredible one-man team When I get mad, I turn green, the fugitive's gone, peace I'm outta here, later, and here's a finger To all you non-movin' spectators The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! By the Smith gettin' cracked! (Surprise, niggas!) The original P-Funk, fucks you up I take a hit from a spliff, then I get biz with a new cut Because I can jam like Teddy if you let me A Goodfella, but still rugged like Joe Pesci My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant shit That I kick, backflip, semi fall, bitch Then duck, then I dip, then I switch To an incredible nigga with the.45 nine on the hip I always got played by a honey dip But now I'm on a money tip So now I call the honey dip honey bitch And swing hardcore, because that's where I come from I rock ya like Chubb and burn scrubs like a dum-dum Remember Redman last album, I was hardcore Now I'm back to tear the frame out ya ass crack 'Cause I get wreck with the TEC with the blend of Moët And what ya see is what ya get And what ya gettin' is ya ass kicked Nigga, hit ya with the funkdafied figure Like A-plus funk, funk type stuff in ya back trunk, punk Yes, the Redman is what they call me Wicked with the style, you'd think I had cerebral palsy Like ah-ah-ah, 'cause I freak the styles crazy Lullaby ya stupid ass (Rock-a-bye baby!) The Funkadelic Devil hit ya ass with the level From the new school, and still holdin' my jewels The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! By the head crack gettin' cracked! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! The headbanger! By the head crack gettin' cracked!