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Mc Brains

busts from my lips You think I'm finished, I load another clip Look in my face, I crack an evil grin Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10 Sucker MC

Before your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello, Ghetto Let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo' (Owww

UGK Asshole by nature like my name was Trae And I don't gangbang, I patrol the game And what I'm representing here is putting holes in brains Before I

To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game Used to breakdance, it's a shame What money do to a nigga brain If he lose his soul

tracks aside of me, Cabrini to Idabi, don't lie to me You want me in your needle Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch I excite your brain

calm down! I'm on some calm shit watch Com get complicated Simple motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated was too complex, I got a complex not to complain on my brain

you're with me Make some noise if you're with me Armed as erection, popular election Getting paid every year like tax collection Hear my perfection, rotary connection Taking MC

, "You are, you conceited bastard" Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher It's the dogfetcher, I betcha, ahh, with the slang Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain

on, da lights Somebody, turn on, da lights The darkside! Yessss Guess who's back when I bring funk like Zapp All aboard motherfuckers! While your brains