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lirik lagu paradime - i know what you did last summer

yo… hahahahaha…
it’s on now, baby…
it’s on now, baby…
ha…

hide your daughter! i’m order in the port and call reporters
i’m sh~ttin’ on these rappers like they blue toilet water
i got one liners that can tear apart the planets
while you just ain’t hittin’ like a blind man at target practice
stop the madness! did rappers for they mark buchanans
and then spark a canon and bark at the moon from a dark cabin. (there’s no hope.)
you couldn’t rock the crowd if they was standing in a rowboat
i’m so dope i choke a man with no throat, and i’m so cold
i could spit that ass in slow~mo. pencil neck h0m~s
i run with hobos who tag dorothy and kick toto on the way out
i way about two~twan’, still i’m gainin’
bust in them stages and cats they find it еntertainin’
sh~t ain’t changin’! (ahhh!) asian eyes and amazin’ rhymеs
this flow god, got muslim cats all footin’ in they bow ties
you know why? ’cause i go on like motion picture movies
and you couldn’t do me if you filled my whole brew with roofies!

i saw you droppin’ off your kids! (i know what you did last summer!)
but you said you did a bid! (i know what you did last summer!)
bringin’ your wife to your shows! (i know what you did last summer!)
and still you claimin’ you pullin’ hoes! (i know what you did last summer!)
i seen you buyin’ that fake chain! (i know what you did last summer!)
the one that turned green when it rains! (i know what you did last summer!)
and left your fubu jersey stained! (i know what you did last summer!)
and still you claimin’ you the main! (i know what you did last summer!)
ha! baddest white boy since the beatles
pop so hard on wax, djs need bulletproof needles. (baow! baow!)
walk in your party, drunk as f~ck, with my fists out
tore up so many backs, chiropractors gimme discounts
i split sounds, never hit the fifth round
first swing and rappers hit the ground. (who’s the b~tch now?!)
i think tipsy so that my words’ll travel like a gypsy
separatin’ rappers skulls like the races in the sixties
f~ck with me, i’ll flip it, bill bixby
chicks be on the d~ck because the flow so f~ckin’ nifty
no matter what, they all fearin’ it
even though my album’s later than your baby’s momma’s period
i spear you wit’ pitchforks, leave your lips on
’cause that wack flow’s some sh~t that rappers catch a fist for
if you facin’ me, then you facin’ defeat
i’ll wear you down like pencil tips in the a~c~t
somebody laced this weed, ’cause regular weed’ll make me sleepy
step up if you think you can defeat me, f~ckin’ clowns!

i saw you droppin’ off your kids! (i know what you did last summer!)
but you said you did a bid! (i know what you did last summer!)
bringin’ your wife to your shows! (i know what you did last summer!)
(haaaaa…) and still you claimin’ you pullin’ hoes! (i know what you did last summer!)
(b~tch!) i heard that single that you dropped! (i know what you did last summer!)
talkin’ ’bout how you shootin’ cops! (i know what you did last summer!)
tearin’ c notes off a knot! (i know what you did last summer!)
and whippin’ around in shining drops! (i know what you did last summer!)
now on your album, you was talkin’ about pushin’ a lex
so what the f~ck you doin’ drivin’ in that little chevette?! (b~tch!)
i’ll leave you riddled like techs, take a sh~t down your neck
you think you lost me comin’ home but i’m sittin’ on your steps
f~ckin’ spit on your chest, kick your lunch out your gut
the name is ‘dime when i’m rough, stank breath when i’m drunk
and called kane when i’m bringin’ raw pain to your terrain
i’m so insane, i’ll tear that chain off in front of your gang, b~tch!

paradime! what?! (i know what you did last summer.)
ninety~nine to the 2g. (i know what you did last summer.)
paragraph productions. beats at will records. (let’s get it on now.) (i know what you did last summer.)
telepathmath. (i know what you did last summer.)
brillson. (i know what you did last summer.)
(dirty detroit.) detroit city! the cesspool, baby! (i know what you did last summer.)
(i know what you did last…)
uh. you might walk in, but you’re gonna limp out

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