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Your lyrics are shit like when I cop a squat, who told you you can fuck with the mighty Papa Doc, for steppin’ on this stage I should’ve rocked your knot, don’t get too close or you might get shot. Yo nigga call your moma and tell her come get ya, and if she knew it she could bring her midget pops with her. I put a hole on your head like a 12 guage lookin’ like kriss-kross jiggity jump your ass on stage. Cuz I’m a grown man son I’ll slaughter you, make yo mom wish that her fat ass aborted you.
