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Verse Punk Nothing More

nothing more WORDS WORDS WORDS and nothing ...nothing ...nothing more NOTHING MORE WORDS WORDS WORDS and nothing more WORDS WORDS WORDS and nothing more WORDS WORDS WORDS and nothing more

luck to ya They know you're off the hook and you're soon to bleed My reputation states that I kills with speed More drama than a rap verse You'll

's do this one more time Everything will be alright alright Bring it in bring it in what? bring in the verse Listen up 'cause there ain't nothing funny

punk tell him why...) the milk is spoiled!! Verse three: poke Well I'm the spanky of the crew and I'll alfalfa you And if you step to the poke I kick nothing

the suburbs.jackoff} (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste}) [Verse three: Jump Steady] In Detroit doing time, time being done Without not another solution Without nothing

[INTRO TO SONG - not in a Demo version - just in the Full version] You could ask yourself a question Do I feel lucky... well do ya....Punk? (cock of

Verse 1: [Xzibit] You get permanently put on your ass, like Teddy Pendergrass Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, Yeah) More savage

, even harder on a young black man If it gets rough blow a blunt and bump some more slow jams Know every man with a badge is probably a punk But don't

fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) Ain't no more play in GA (We Ready!) My nigga