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311 - Dammit lyrics
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Yo, word up, Im talkin to you Makin dope rhymes, that's what I do Like a madman, you know I'm bad, man I slam, a good goddamn Well I concur so goddamn badly I could just sit and sing the blues But instead I'll make a fist, yeah And make my own bad news yeah Take my advice You'll pay the price Make it funky like this Good god Damn Yo, what else is dissin me That's right, it's pissin me off Rock me baby? What? You don't mean that crap What the hell, if it sells Damn, you're a sham, No thank you, maam Bitch Oh, I get burned badly I could just sit and sing the blues But instead I'll make a fist, yeah Make my own good news, yeah Take my advice You'll pay the price Make it funky like this Good goddamn I tell you what Alles Klar Hey