Biohazard

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Slam

Slam, duuh, duuh duuh, duuh, duuh duuh, let the boys be boys

Well, here’s another one in the gutter one, getting running up

Troublesome extra double double I come to feed them

The feed 'em then I shred 'em, so what if that I’m cheating

Now everyone wanna sound grimy

I’m gonna show you how come on all and together now

Yeah, ohh yeah, yeah, that’s how we gotta be

So stop trying to beat loud as me 'cause you can’t do that

Think about the pay offer so left with an automatic rifle

For last against the lighting last bullets first, on line

Toughest step and a rep and a run rep and a run wreck and a swine

Peace to the brothers on Riker’s isle

Pumping up a tremple and didn’t like his criminal lickin’

Buck my eye tonight, oh my God, I’m so high

Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what?

Just they say to make get making milliangh, children, slam

Slam, duuh, duuh duuh, duuh, duuh duuh, let the boys be boys

I’m the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing

Sticky swift blast of the basty of the basty basty bast bashing

Then I provide I provide the you was cheat

Beside the getto five make me feel like Jekyl and Hyde of course

I come across with no fear, for sure

Un-adulterated, un-conformed

Disgusted, busted you wanna touch it, to hot

You forgot, you’re not ready, you’re head could get ruptured

Hit between the eye, I planned the plan alive

I’m the plonic sonic, uh rule with the bads guys

The villain, crooks, hot midas in confide us

See the big jerk put you look inside us

My mind, it’s graphic, expresstic graphic

Kill the cop because it’s kept all mastic

Directin’ it, when y’all least expected it

And thought it was safe, onyx hit you in the face so

Slam, duuh, duuh duuh, duuh, duuh duuh, let the boys be boys

I’m a B-boy standin' in my B-boy stance

Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants

The mad author of anguish, my language, polluted

Onyx is heavyweight, and still undisputed

He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes

I’ve paid so many dues, I feel used and abused

And I’m so confused, umm, excuse me, for example

I’m the inspiration for a whole generation

And unless you got ten sticky fingers, it's straight imitation

A figment, of your imagination, but, but, but, but wait it gets worse

I’m not watered down so I’m dyin' of thirst

Comin' through wit a scam, a foolproof plan

B-boys make some noise, and just, just

Slam, duuh, duuh duuh, duuh, duuh duuh, let the boys be boys

Slam