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No Country for Young Men

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Many motherfuckers criticize pros and how they play

And many motherfuckers criticize rappers and what they say

Even though they criticize, secretly they fantasize

What they know they'll never be paid to playYeah

I'mma kill one of you young punks

With a old school flowThough I walk through the shadow of death

I gotta make sure that my shoes and my outfit fresh

You bitches get jealous when you see me coming

Y'all would too if you seen my womanY'all know we 'bout to do what we do

This shit right here 'bout as sick as the flu

Drunk motherfuckers wanna vomit on my shoe

Niggas can't have shit prolly 'cause of youRappers go to jail like Oprah go to Yale

Steffan policy, don't aks, don't tell

Where my water-bees as I go get the mail?

Half black is the new black, can't you tell?It was blue-black like Wesley Snipes in new jack

Now you got to have a white mama just to do that

Tiger Woods, he used to be a safe nigga

Go ahead and let your daughter have a date with himHe'll make with her prolly in a wife-beater

Tiger 'bout to change his name to cheater

I don't like it when you call me Big Poppa

From South Central and I hate helicoptersIf we at school, I'll break in your locker

See me with a water bottle it's 'prolly vodka

Drink responsibly or drink constantly

Be who you wanna be in this economyDrunk as Sean Connery at the finery

Can't throw me out, motherfucker, I'm the honoree

Trust me, I'll never be the nominee

I don't kiss enough ass, I'm too honeryIce Cube, be where the piranha be

Swimmin' upstream, eatin' up all kinda meat

West Coast treat it like hyenas

Take what you want from these lying ass cheatersEat the fuck out these fake ass zebras

That's how we act when you don't wanna feed us

Crazy motherfucker ever since I was a fetus

Might as well join us, you ain't gonna beat usPlease believe us, you can aks Jesus

I'mma be here 'bout as long as Regis

Understand, I never pledged of allegiance

To this wall of confusion might cause a contusion, boyI see you're cruising for a bruising

Fucking with a principal that don't like students

Don't you know that teaching is religion

And did I fail to mention I'm spinning out my pension

(No)The reason I home in

'Cause this right here ain't no country for young men

Sunny, you done fucked up the churches money

I'm red fox and you that big dummyThis junkyard was a empire

Y'all let it get overran by vampires

Most MCs is God damn liars

Like them supervisors working up McGisors?Bitch, I'm not a dodger I'm a Laker punk

You's a fucking clipper, you can call me Jack the Ripper, cut you up

By your gizzard then down by your liver

Rooter by the tooter, gut you like flipperDipper y'all better treat me like the skipper

Head trigga, the air nigga

Air honkey and air critter

I come thourhg and kill every litter

(Like that)No country for young men

(No)

It's just a wall of confusion

(No)No country for young men

(No)

Your world is just an illusion

(No)No country for young men

(No)

It's just a wall of confusion

(No)No country for young men

(No)

Your world is just an illusion

(No)

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