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Busta Rhymes Everybody On The Line Outside

I finish my rap Think your shit don't stink Drunk crossed eyed nigga Walk crooked still spilling your drink Jam on! -busta rhymes chorus- Everybody's on the line outside

FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside! 'Cause

Yo, I take ya legs out like ya stepped on a land mine Nine times nine, that's how many styles I got for this rhyme And I'ma hit ya with a punch line

airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme

beat, my rhyme is updated For soft ducks, I played it once, a biter jumped on it Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it And from the back, I pumped on

airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme

a funky beat, my rhyme is updated For soft ducks, I played it once A biter jumped on it Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it And from the back, I pumped on

a funky beat, my rhyme is updated For soft ducks, I played it once A biter jumped on it Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it And from the back, I pumped on