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Reef the Lost Cauze


[Intro]:
[Bill Wilc*ck]:
This is Bill Wilc*ck reporting to you live from south Philadelphia, USA. Where one time titan Reef The Lost Cauze is coming out of retirement
Bob what are your thought on this?

[Bob]:
I think the kid doesn't have a shot in hell. He's been outta the game way too long he's old. These new kids today they don't care about fundamentals, they just go for the throat

[Verse One]:
Yo spazz out like I smoke dust
Get your soul crushed
A.O.T.P. greatest group since Cold Crush
f*cked up your head like bowl cuts
Run up on you with cowboys and indians like a gold rush
And you know what?
You ain't so tough
I pump iron like "Dah I'm so buff."
This beats so tough I'm just killin' it
Y'all all the same but I'm just different
You wanna be down you asking for a membership
Late registration you download feminine
With hoes I'm a gentlemen pull chairs out and all
An hour later she suckin the air out my balls
You on my di*k like you wearing my draws
If you nice DMX is scared of a dog
Nerd rappers on stage making the dork face
We was playing GI Joe you at the Strawberry Shortcake
I smoke weed green as a port snake
By noon already on my forth 8th
We burn down cities and torch states
On the stage with a f*ckin' burner in a Northface

[Hook]:
Tear this sh*t down what I came to do
Brought the banger too just to aim at you
I point at your dome, amazin' view
We get live like cable this is Pay-Per-View
Say Attica
Attica
Attica
Attica
Fat b*tches give the best head
You'll be next dead
Red dot your motherf*ckin face like a redhead

[Verse Two]:
Freckle your knot, Heckler and Koch
"f*ck you officer." Disrespecting the cops
Your chest'll get popped
I'm on drugs mescal and pot
Got love for wack n*ggas especially not
On some white dude's sh*t
I'm ready to rock
Here I come, ready or not, confetti your top
Bang this out on every block
And if they ask about the kid just tell 'em he hot
And he'll f*ck up your props in a blink of a eye
Dr. King had A Dream why you think that he died
Your mans a b*tch and you think that he'll ride
I think he'll lie and leave your ass to fry
Like chicken do I drink b*tches brew
Have your dumbass asking why I'm hittin' you
Proud black man
But I'm a n*gga too vicious too
Your album couldn't f*ck with my interview

[Hook]:
Tear this sh*t down what I came to do
Brought the banger too just to aim at you
I point at your dome, amazin' view
We get live like cable this is Pay-Per-View
Say Attica
Attica
Attica
Attica
Fat b*tches give the best head
You'll be next dead
Red dot your motherf*ckin face like a redhead

[Outro]:
[Bill Wilc*ck]:
Hahaha well he certainly shut you the f*ck up huh?

[Bob]:
Yeah well you know sometimes these old guys...they still got the fight in 'em. I didn;t know the kid had it in 'em, but he still got something special

[Bill Wilc*ck]
Are you drunk?

[Bob]:
Yes. Yes I am

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