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down by me

He leaned on the tank that was helping his breathing
Said it's bad when your body is gone
I said this is sure a nice town that you've got
Our daddy liked George Jones
Haggard and Buck Owens
Momma liked The Eagles and The Beatles
And The Rolling Stones

When I was just a little kid
I
always lookin for the quick buck
Then always blowin my cash on a bitch with a big butt 
Some say my head's hollow

Fuck em... I'm just a 

[Chorus 2]
remember nigga:
I'm Freddie the Foxxx I break his back and buck em buck em down

Rhymin' is a part of my life
I'ma die with rhymin kids and a rhymin wife
I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone
I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home
Bumpy ripping everything
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
I be all in you like you disrespected space in my lyric zone
I'm like a pit, with a leg in his mouth, I bring it home
Bumpy ripping everything
"monkeys on parole"
And how many copies did the first album
"mop: to the death" sold?
And if "how about some hardcore" went gold?
What up with these r&b
While you out there fackin on them jacks man we comin up
Smokin on them sweets filled with ink, gettin real buck
Talkin all that shit, moviemaker I must
"monkeys on parole"
And how many copies did the first album
"mop: to the death" sold?
And if "how about some hardcore" went gold?
What up with these r&b
Fuck around with this trap shit
But this next album is a wrap, shit
My third album, my Graduation like Kanye
Music on another level, yeah I'm tryna
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
motherfucker

How long will the juggalos be down with me?
How long till they forget me, check it out
What if I grew another fucking head
And his name was
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
my building man, its the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout
This is me fourth solo album baby, I came
He had a couple albums and a comeback in the 80's 
But he never won a Grammy and he never was the same 
And he never could be satisfied with critical
Random!
Everybody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper? Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I
rigged
Band leader with his hand on the heater
Fuck around and might buck while i'm trying to conduct
Smell that, gun smoke cologne like Bartolo
As I
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
Unusual fellow
The album's three times dope
Don't hope it's going to be mellow
I'm coming with the force of a county sheriff

Serving subpoenas
know them snakes comin'
Guerrillas on they way with them hundred-round drummins
Better get to runnin' I'm killin' by the dozen
Bitch, you're up you
damn well, we are some partying mothafuckas

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
Tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers
(Why?!)
There he goes, right there with his toy souljas
I'm all by myself, let's git dis ova
Dogg down on the whole crowd, don't nobody move
Where my
superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bitch
I feel like