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Calling all cars. We have an all-points bulletin out For two Caucasian males. The first, R. A. The Rugged Man. The second being Diabolik. Wanted in connection with a series of bar fights, With outstanding warrants for public intoxication, Public urination, disorderly conduct, And generally just fucking up. Yo, better than the best, making the head burst To the best experts. My worst verse is better Than your best verse. Compared to me, I'm Rakim And you Fred Durst. You a snitch and betrayer, I'm the clip sprayer. Your bitch licking popsicles That are dick flavor. I got a vengeance, I Murder, leaving you dead and beheaded. I'm leaving more bodies than the 1918 influenza Pandemic. Thought you was believing atheism and Hating religion and replacing religion with Patriotism. I'm murdering and mutilating any Pagan Or Mason that's living. It's Black Steel Hour chaos When I break into prison. The bloody ape has arisen. I'm the creation of Freebase and the streets wanted Police chasing. The track lubricated in Vaseline, I'm beat raping. Silky rapper that's rapping and Packing 'em in. When I'm packing the pen, I'm Massacring men. I'm hated by Buddhists, Baptists, And Catholics and the Pope at the Vatican. Hated by Satanists, Hindus, hated by Madonna while She's following Kabbalah. I slap you up and slam You like Hulk versus Kamala. Whether Bush or Obama, it's soap opera. I'm the embodiment of cold crushing bare body. You dudes is feminine girly rappers spitting bitch Bars. That ain't spitting, that's your mouth having A vaginal discharge. I'm on a mission like Moses When he was headed to Pharaoh. And I'm more deadly than the murderous hands of Edwin Valero. Come on. No one gives a fuck about these scumbags in Suffolk County, and we wear these colors proudly. Coppers need to up the bounty. If these suckers run their mouth, we snap and Act too fucking rowdy. Suffolk County, that's the place we live. Ain't no rap party stopping us here. Suffolk County, that's the place we live. You'll get your snotbox bust, your ass up on This. Here's the plan, steal my brother's van and Drive it from the motherland with guns in hand And bump the fans at Summer Jam. Understand? While Rugged Man's up in there in a Bathrobe and underwear, chugging beer, grabbing a Fat bitch by her fucking hair. Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll have 'em all running scared, jumping chairs Till they trample every motherfucker there. From the jungle where there's lions, tigers, and a Bunch of bears. Oh my, Mosé die, but he's So high he doesn't care. Was it fair? Prolly not, papi, that's just Poppycock. I'm lifted like I'm Ivan Drago, Rocky's Throwing body shots. Karate chop some hottie's twat Till it's mollywhopped. Punani popping models, Running trains like a hobby shop. No lollipop, candy-coating shit for cutie pies. Groupie thighs are spread like GYNs are checking UTIs. I'll make a movie like Slumdoobie if the Booties fly. Suffolk's most wanted smoking loosies In a hoopty high. Stupid. Yours truly's flying over the cuckoo's nest. Hungry like I'm out in Budapest chewing human flesh. Moving through your set with the same Suffolk squad. Hustle hard, smack a juice head and jack his Muscle car. Getting drunk in bars, breaking jaws When trouble starts. My train of thought stays on Course, L-I-double-R. A couple stars from Stony Brook to Huntington. Running in the spotlight, don't let these Motherfuckers in. No one gives a fuck about these Scumbags in Suffolk County, and we wear these colors Proudly. Coppers need to up the bounty. If these suckers run their mouth, we snap and Act too fucking rowdy. Suffolk County, that's the place we live. Ain't no rap party stopping us here. Suffolk County, that's the place we live. You'll get your snotbox bust, your ass up on This. Officer needs assistance. Officer down. Suspects last seen fleeing south on Route 110 in a stolen police cruiser with their Middle fingers out the window screaming, "Fuck the Police!" We, we lost 'em. Oh, shit, we lost 'em. Whereabouts unknown. Ah, Fuck it.