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Meanwhile back at the ranch We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see boss Hogg Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars I don't need a glock 'cause I'm not a hard rock Got bitches on my jock like New Kids On The Block I can't lose like Parker Lewis I'm undefeated Step into my sector homeboy you'll get greeted By the 380 Colt Mustang in my pocket I had a few drinks already don't make me cock it 'Cause if I have to cock it well then it's gettin' shot And if it's gettin' shot well yo you're gettin' bucked down I don't fuck around I ain't got time for punks But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts Stunts gather round check out the sound And let's get down to do the nasty freaky funky stinky junky Let's bump uglies in the night time between the sheets 'Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom Now gimme the track or with the fat back doom Now gimme some room and I'll explode Cock back my hammer then squeeze off my load So hit the road Jack and don't come back no more Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with your crew of soft core Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches On stage I get wrecked and I collect my riches I get the funky style and like gomer pile You'll be surprise, surprise, surprise as I Rise to the top fuck a punk cop I'm always hip hop only a pimple goes pop So you better quit zit I came to rip shit Blastin' with the soul assassins Askin' the question teachin' the lesson Bringin' the West Coast back to the East Coast Where it all started what're you retarded You're startin' to trip from that Jheri Curl drip Soakin' in your brain the house of pain Is causin' pain and feelin' pain so feel it Just feel it, feel it Just feel it C'mon y'all, feel it Back to the rhyme I'm always on time A lime to a lemon yo a lemon to a lime I rock the old school style and it's futile To step up 'cause you'll get swept up like dust Or I just might bust and unload my clip Unless you're a punk then I'll just pop you in the lip And show you the deal now how did that feel You know I'm killin' any pig that squeals I'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly rhymes And I got a subsciption of High Times Son Dooby's in the back The Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track My DJ Lethal, he's on the cut When I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or Mickeys I'll put your head out just like a fuckin' Marlboro Don't fuck with me punk you know that I'm thorough Bred like a race horse right in your face force Feedin' you beats straight off the streets So catch, me catch me, if you can You know I'm the man like chewbacca knows han Solo, bolos are what I'll be throwin' When I be flowin' I get the job done 'Cause I'm number one the prodigal son I left and I came back but not with the same rap And not with the same style I'm known to get buck wild The luck of the Irish, spreads like a virus, so feel it Feel it, just feel it Feel it, just feel it Feel it, just feel it Feel it, c'mon on y'all, feel it Just feel it, c'mon on