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Feel It

Meanwhile back at the ranch

We got Bo Duke and Daisy goin' to go see boss Hogg

Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them carsI 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 greetedBy 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 downI 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 junkyLet'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 doomNow 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 corePunk 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 IRise 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 assassinsAskin' 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 itJust feel it, feel it

Just feel it

C'mon y'all, feel itBack 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 dustOr 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 squealsI'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 trackMy 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 MickeysI'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 streetsSo 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 itFeel 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

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