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[Intro]: [Bill Wilcock]: This is Bill Wilcock 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 Fucked 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 dick 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 fuckin' burner in a Northface [Hook]: Tear this shit 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 bitches give the best head You'll be next dead Red dot your motherfuckin face like a redhead [Verse Two]: Freckle your knot, Heckler and Koch "Fuck you officer." Disrespecting the cops Your chest'll get popped I'm on drugs mescal and pot Got love for wack niggas especially not On some white dude's shit 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 fuck up your props in a blink of a eye Dr. King had A Dream why you think that he died Your mans a bitch and you think that he'll ride I think he'll lie and leave your ass to fry Like chicken do I drink bitches brew Have your dumbass asking why I'm hittin' you Proud black man But I'm a nigga too vicious too Your album couldn't fuck with my interview [Hook]: Tear this shit 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 bitches give the best head You'll be next dead Red dot your motherfuckin face like a redhead [Outro]: [Bill Wilcock]: Hahaha well he certainly shut you the fuck 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 Wilcock] Are you drunk? [Bob]: Yes. Yes I am