Lyric On Point

I m sick, demented
I came unrepresented
I rose from the grave
I had a close shave
The cops tried to lock me down
Cause the Glock they found
Was stolen
That s how I m rollin
Calvin Klein s
No friend of mine
So I don t like Marky
Or the monarchy
Don t start me up like a Rollin Stone
I leave you sulkin
Like Macaulay Culkin
In Home Alone
So Get A Grip
Like Stephen Tyler
I used to trip
With the Divine Styler
Back in the days
There were Irish ways
And Irish laws
to stand up for the cause

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When it s time to rock a funky joint
I m on point
When it s time to rock a funky jam
I m the man

Well it s the D to the A, double N Y BO
Y cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It s a black day of rest
Quick run get your vest
I m down with the Hill
Cause I still got the skill
To turn the party out
It s all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors
So I might videotape her
I make a lot of the paper
So I don t have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel
I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull you car
Starting up the Harley Davidson
I got the gun
So the drama you could save it
Well it s the mad bum rushin
Funky with percussion
From L.A. to Flushing
I get your girlie blushin
I ll cutcha like the butcher
But it and Joe the writer
The old rock a loop
Cause I m super like Schneider

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I m ill, retarded
So don t ya get me started
I might lose my cool
Ya lose if we duel
Cause I can stomp a hole
In the sole of a monk
With the rhymes in my head
And the beats in my trunk
I got the skill kid
And I m gonna milk it
For all it s worth
I m gettin mines on earth
So step to the next head
Or like Sadat X said
He s gone
And that s it s supposed to be
Don t stand so close to me

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