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Y'all, who you think you sassing? Say whoa, baby I'm a classic Say whoa, silent like a Hitchcock Say whoa, got you goin' psycho Oh no, don't you get
lip rocks The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from Hitchcock Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track And press rewind if I haven't blown your
I stand where the people got the heat in they pockets You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness I spin a dark web on some John Hitchcock shit If you
pocket You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted
pocket You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted If
during the day when at work they was found At the mound I stand vocal pitch high, asking who done it Fuck Hitchcock, I got the fifth cocked, about to go
and you're all alone 'Cause we always lived on the edge of oblivion Left to find our way through a Hitchcock film In an empty bed with an hour to kill
dead as fuck, dead as fuck Yeah, my orange box cutter, keep the world on rotation Hitchcock, Leatherface and Freddy, Jason Blood-soaked clothes,
Gridlocked, Epilepsy And Lupus Alfred Hitchcock, Coulndt Write The Suspense And Shit On This Block, Fist-Cocked When I'm Walking My Lips Locked, Irs
us young, benevolent hard-heads Abrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed The project
it's me that I'm stabbing, it's self-inflicted wounds The Hitchcock of hip-hop, the end is comin' soon You don't wanna see me run up with the thang
and Lupus, Alfred Hitchcock Couldn't write the suspense and shit on this block Fist-cocked when I'm walking my lips locked IRS and the child division they
Otherwords there's no heir to the throne When I die so does hip hop Hitchcock of the shit, bitch, ask Doc Got it ziplocked in a bag You fags ain't been
Otherwords there's no heir to the throne When I die so does hip hop Hitchcock of the shit, bitch, ask Doc Got it ziplocked in a bag You fags ain't been
Kinder bei Hitchcock. Nicht, dass mich das Ganze das Geringste anginge, Nur manchmal hab' ich halt Angst, do springst uns ueber die Klinge. Und hey, ich
the world of refrigerator My father is likely to turn up He just arrived on bidding on running film of my thoughts Like Hitchcock and his pictures And he
the day when at work They was found at the mount I stand folded than tie askin' who done it Fuck Hitchcock, I got the fifth cocked About to go wild hunted
Ooooooh, miggity-major Rolex and tick tock I'm runnin my tongue with the quickness now I'm back like Alfred Hitchcock I'm shod-dy, I'm swingin it like a San
He got shot he ain't call the cops (cops) Mystery like Alfred Hitchcock (yeah) Boy back on the block, ah ra ra ra Little John started screaming
let off caps Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps Rip the Godfather, then you start that braggin I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon
Hitchcock in my modern day Where the fuck is my VMA? Where the fuck is my Grammy? Supermodels wearin' no panties Supercar, not drivin' no Camry Fresh
up Groucho Come on Gable Bring on Hitchcock and let's get Wilde Come on Gershwin Let's call Porter Maybe Duke could show some style Call up
You're afraid to lose your cover Afraid to bare your soul Like an Alfred Hitchcock lover Who slowly goes out of control Your love is like
the shit drop Boys wanna holla at birds like Alfred Hitchcock Men wanna talk to the women, we ain't screaming Just whisper and then we're leaving Life's so
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