June
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I got a primitive remedy for that attitude New jack rappers get battered til' they're black and blue They made a track or two, but didn't have a clue To me it doesn't matter who you are, I'll still flatten you Steamroll through your whole crew, fuck your fashion shoot You couldn't see me if you drank a tank of carrot juice I get the jam jumping like kangaroos He who dares, now there's a man who stands to lose My style's shocking like a damaged fuse I drop savage tunes, like arsenic in your Malibu
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