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Lyrics:

Yo swing the sword for the classic year 
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear 
Who can fathom asthma, dash for air? 
Spitting' on the baby bib in the plastic chair 
What's up stupid? (Shoot this) 
1-5-1 in the shot glass (Hot flash) 
Banging' on the drum, huh 
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas 
Paper trails racing pelican briefcases 
We outrageous, name the streets gave us 
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers 

I let 'em all fly, 10 in the clip, 1 in the chamber 
Thumbs up! Another banger 
Untuck the flamer, dumb …
It's like gettin' hit with a dump truck 
Brains and guts 
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same stuff 
Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up, OK 
I'll let a sucka slide once 
Face down, found him in his Cap'n Crunch 
Come on 

Malpractice, a bang-all jam I joust rappers and track in the radar scans 
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons 
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uh 
Don't stop the sure shot, the rooftop anthem 
Blast the go-bots, cock back the cannon 
What's up partner, I got ya (what, what) 
Off the rah-rah, crack the piñata 
Slap, box, mouth of backwash 
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig? 

Set the pace like a mustang mashing' 
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash 
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress 
Stop, you ain't got access, watch 
Imma change my accent, Ryu and Tak
You little … in the game, you can suck my … 
And lay flat on the ground, don't make a peep 
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach 

Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach? 
Guess who's rocking every club, that's me 
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets 
Keeping it knocking', Jay drop that beat 
Guess who got the group name on top?
S.o.B. got the rap thing locked 
Who want what, when, why, and what not? 
Who got next up? Ryu and Tak 

Here it comes, all you hear is a click 
Bloody brains on the sandwich like Miracle Whip 
While the blood keeps gushing, relish and pink mustard, huh 
Imma slam till I tear it to bits 
Till the bell for the recess rang 
On the defense game 
You feel the grill like P.F. Chang’s 
Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torch 
And burn crews with a fuse that'll rock with force 
Saying, don't stop the sure shot, the rooftop anthem 
Blast the go-bots, cock back the cannon 
What's up y'all, we don't stall 
Come one, come all till we drop the ball like 

Guess who's got the rubber gloves and the bleach? 
Guess who's rocking every club, that's me 
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets 
Keeping it knocking, Jay drop that beat 
Guess who got the group name on top?
S.o.B. got the rap thing locked 
Who want what, when, why, and what not? 
Who got next up, Ryu and Tak