Kunci: Bb major
Verse 1
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Yo,
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From the heart of Medina to the
head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
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Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma
deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles same
as different song
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Bob Digital instrumental; nothing's
identical
Mr. Potato Head or Ida
Deep- fried crinkle cut; one nickel-
cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid, you liar
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I'm the purifier, live wire,
A suicide mission you're committin'
Go against the Wu- Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman
Spit darts and flip charts, and
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Archery shots aimed at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will still bring
da motherfuckin' ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts,
drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light- year
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Wet from here to infinity
for them white hair
overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack
is despicable
Undernourished,
your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of his
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Bitch, chicka, chicka, chick,
watch me switch
Lookin' for a bird I can hitch
into your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile,
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at the same time crack a tear
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Smack ya rear, vagina saliva,
Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick apple head
opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider,
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you become strong then become a prider
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,
Digi, Digi, Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's
Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the
head of Fort Greene
N.Y.C. Everything
Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina
to the top of Fort Green
Shaolin' cats is thrown inside the bing
Verse 2
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
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Drink a Heineken, as we go inside
the mind again
Nevermindin' men droppin'
gem - can he shine again?
Most definite; let this be
my last will and testament
For the pessimist,
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exercise for the Exorcist
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Johnny Treacherous, like Three,
I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, decimate the poetry
'cause everything is close to me
The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas,
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The Methodist, poly to your deficit; hit it up
If I can't live it up,
somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow 'em out the water,
adopt the Bombay
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Your bitch look like Stronjay,
rubbin' me the wrong way
bringin' you different ways to sword play
They bustin' bullets over broadway,
Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the fish
burn; I burn rubber
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'Cause I'm not an easy lover
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To the midnight, butt naked wit' a knife
Ask my alien likes - I've
been crazy all my life
Hard time homicide,
time flies, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye,
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scripture from the dark side
I reside in the killa bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the killa to the top,
we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island
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Can't forget Bobby; if I did,
I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich,
ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top,
we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island be
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Can't forget Digi; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Outro 1
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
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