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A spectacle monopolized The cameras eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and

s all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around

born killer, who slept with the enemy' Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven do? I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha) And exploded

We come hot like a gun pop running you jems Can none stop this thing of ours The ladies they fein' and double team in g strings and bras Make 'em scream like electric strings guitars

Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar, And if I aint getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car, Tell me who you know this far, Gone, on