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Lyrics

[Refrain] Pen predator Pen predator, et cetera, et cetera (7X) Pen predator, et cetera, yeah right [Verse 1] Niggas know it's about that time, without a Schoolly D Gucci I pop that pussy-ass rapper and leave it up to Luke to "Pop the Coochie" Truly a wretched steelo – kept you 'Under Seige' like Seagal 'Cause I housed more niggas than that faggot named RuPaul Y'all all suffer the consequences I dispense dope sentences without a prescription Prefixes asphyxiate bitches who flips linguistics Representin' the West, relevant to relentless sentences If renegade rebels resent this wicked syntax (then jack) Revert to revolution, Ras reverse, reverberates Revolvin' with written retaliation, rate repetitious Reflex flex regret, niggas regress to less than recoup When recording, I wreck records – reflect stupid It's so much more than just another rap and sample 'Cause I model more styles than Naomi Campbell See, we been burning idiots with lyrical Syphilis Since E.S.T. was Ackniculous, the nickel slick meticulous Ventriloquist, when I throws my voice over the Western Hemisphere While my peers step over a Trail of Tears Go get a job as a chandelier, wit' a glass jaw like dat I brings the impact to fracture mandibles And manhandle the youth Since my mental exceeds every MC, I've perceived credible Now becomes edible, kid! And yo, I'm D for wreckin' when reputations collide But zhoom dum da dum, dadada dum dum Suicide, it's a suicide [Refrain] ("Pen predator, et cetera, et cetera") – repeat 10X ("Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah right") [Verse 2] I pull bitches like a lesbian and could come the fuck off with a vasectomy In depth, I be deeper than Bo$$'s "Recipe" Incite recitation Forever Ras 'Rock Steady' like Buck When breakin' on ducks who get props by association But if ya lyrics suck, then fuck ya record label's juice Ahk, I rock Hip-Hop non-stop and got more juice than Snapple Intricate to simplistic, stylistics I solicit It gets niggas open like fallopian ovulation Fuckin' these kids like the Michael Jackson molestations Sendin' ya back as the U.S. Nation did AIDS-infected refugee Haitians Uhh, yeah, niggas, so what's the haps? You could put up ya dukes, but in the West they bust caps So bulletproof vests is the only way I'm gone miss, but peep this: My mental's the bullet, my tongue's the finger that pull it Check the method – "Soundtrack Voodou a and Bamboo like 'Strapped' come better you" Oh, sorry – verbal dyslexic: "You better come 'Strapped' like Bamboo and a Voodou soundtrack" And make sure not even one bar sounds whack 'Cause we take the best shit and make it classic Word to Guru, take two fuckin' pulls, and pass it That's it That's cool