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bizarre - let the record lyrics

[intro: bizarre]
(yeah) woof!
(yeah) woof!

[hook: bizarre]
i’m ripped, i’m on a acid trip
my dj’s in a coma for lettin’ the record skip
(lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip)

[verse 1: bizarre]
wow.. sh-t.. son of a b-tch
say sh-t three times in a row like i don’t give a sh-t (b-tch, b-tch!)
god dammit.. son of an -ss
ladies and gentlemen, bizarre’s a dumb–ss (hehehe)
sayin’ cusswords like too $hort
eatin’ pork of all sorts in the middle of new york
beatin’ my meat, watchin’ sesame street
f-ck the sheet, i’ll bust on my little niece
she’s so sweet, a six-year-old freak
want me to bust right between her -ss cheeks
you ever met a guy with cancer who refused chemo?
callin’ the doctor a hobo and doin a two-week promo
that’s me, a f-ckin’ g
i’ll probably be dead by the end of this cd
and vd, i probably caught it
crack in your neighborhood? i probably brought it..

[hook: bizzare]
i’m ripped, i’m on a acid trip
my dj’s in a coma for lettin’ the record skip
(lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip)
i’m ripped, i’m on a acid trip
my dj’s in a coma for lettin’ the record skip
(lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip)

[verse 2: young miles]
when this hennessy get into me
man, i talk sh-t until i lose my mind like kennedy
the bottom line: i ain’t feelin’ yo -ss
so when the pump’s in your car, it ain’t to fill it with gas
n-gga, it’s young miles, i’m the boss of the crime
you don’t know another n-gga that’s as hard as i
i clap a n-gga in his ride, then i toss the nine
i’m at your wake with a bomb, now your coffin flyin’ {explosion}
tryna say i ain’t the best of this reppin’
man, you got it f-cked up like s-x in heaven
and i can gun you down, i don’t f-ck around
i’ll have you sleepin’ up underground (that’s right)
so when your boy lend a man a pipe
b-tch n-ggas better run like they scared for they life
and when i pop the thing
even the n-ggas in the crowd catch shots like a hockey game

[hook: bizzare]
i’m ripped, i’m on a acid trip
my dj’s in a coma for lettin’ the record skip
(lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip
lettin’ the record skip)

[verse 3: bizarre]
i’m a grown -ss man that’s an obsessed usher fan
i wanna rub his back and put on his headband
me and fleece, still workin at wendy’s
sniffin dope, with my girlfriend kimmy
f-ck a cup, i’ll p-ss in your b-tt
tell my grandfather to shut the f-ck up, while i p-ss in his b-tt
can’t be around kids, my brain will splatter
i ain’t readin books, i’m pullin’ on pampers
cause i don’t give a sh-t, f-ckin’ a b-tch, 86
“he just told you he don’t give a sh-t”
grandmother 86, my grandfather would nut in his b-tt
i’ma godd-mn nut!

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