调：E major
Verse 1
And you don't need a reign,
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only the legionaries
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Stop, check where you're
putting your feet, blood
You never know when you might
cooking to eat, blood
I'm stuck, minding your
kissing your tea fat
running your gums
You never know who's in the
beef club coming with guns
till they're pooping their briefs
Stop, shooting your beak like you're
Lee
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Van
Cleef
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I heard they're looking for chiefs
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I'll leave you bleeding like a cunt that
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Don't make me tongue pat your 32 teeth,
your two teeth
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Don't touch what you can't
afford when you're too cheap
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It's a publicity stunt for publicity purposes
I shouldn't even respond,
really this is some worthless shit
I don't even know what
you're fighting for
Cause I don't see no beef,
Luke
Dwight
Yoak
You've been on my nuts
like pews for years
Plus you must be drinking mad
pot's piss in your beers
What, you think I'm scared of you?
but I ain't never cared
Bitch stop, check where you're
puttin' your flea blood
You never know where you
might step in a beef job
cookin' to eat
Blood, you never know you might
be cookin' a beef cut
Stop, mind if you're kissin' your tea fat
Stop, mind how you're
runnin' your gums
You never know who's in the
beef club comin' with guns
This is your funeral, your funeral,
your funeral, your funeral
I'm a
London giant amongst men, like a
Nerie
Wolfe
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he haven't dared before
But don't get too comfortable,
This rap beef is rare and bloody,
go fuzzy with them scary folks
I'm right there in your night
I judge man by his deeds,
not the colour of cream
oh you're out of your league
Sunday pub team
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You're a drug fiend wannabe,
never gonna be shit
My flow so rough,
go check the pedigree son
Of road dogs that's been eating
cunt like pedigree chow
You've never begun, so don't start,
minuscule petty beef
Should be on
Petticoat
Lane or
Sesame
Street
Cause you're a big bird that's had
too much sex on the beach, get it?
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Too many cocktails of rocks and strong
L's
deliverer's gone stale
I'm
Tony
Rotten cause I'm way past bad
Louis
Bax
Blaine, bitch
Stop, check where you're
putting your feet, blood
You never know when you might
step in a beast's blood
Stop, check what you're
cookin' to eat
kissin' your teeth fat
Stop, mind how you're
runnin' your gums
You never know who's in the beef club,
your funeral, your funeral
This is a disrespect record
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We have to laugh after these boys though,
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you know
Bare disrespect
In all aspects
a deal with them fist up and check
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