I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
    If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
  I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora
  Are you a hore or are you a lady?
  Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady?
  Let me know hon, the deed'll get done
  Just assume the position, I'll take my rod
  And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin'
  When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure
  I came to work your body, so let me do my job
  I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off
  Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes
  Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes
  Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot
  Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot
  I never been a front, I never a fraud
  I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord
  Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed
  I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest
  I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw
  From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom
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    (boom sha lock lock boom)
  All right now
  (Boom sha lock lock boom)
  A little louder
  (Boom sha lock lock boom)
  Everybody
  (Boom sha lock lock boom)
  All right now
    Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper
  Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper
  Hit ya like a lyrical murderer
  I know ya think I have, but yo
  I never heard of ya
  Just because you heard of me kid
  Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid
  I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead
  When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed
  Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king
  It ain't no thing, my cargo ring
  We'll bust you in the crib
  I got the skill, you gots to chill
  Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom
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    I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles
  I rock all mikes, I last all night
  I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts
  Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts
  Everlast, that's my name
  My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame
  The House Of Pain's the name of my clip
  You can't be down, punk, get off my dick
  You make me sick, like strawberry Quik
  Your style is wack, you ain't the mac
  So yo step back, get off the crack
  And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom
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