Earth to Pun.. come in Pun..
 {*some whining noise*}
 Yeah yeah yeah..
 The levels the levels the levels be good?
 Levels is good, levels is good?
 Yeah..

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 You got to watch those, jokers who pop those
 You know those, crusty-lipped snot-nosed
 Indeed I spot those, actin rah rah, talkin bla-bla
 that's ca-ca, chill pa-pa, no ah-ahh (ah-ahh)

 [Big Punisher]
 I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out
 Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth
 Who can stop me? I told shorty I'ma shoot you papi
 Caught him in the crapper with the clapper;
 while he was doin caci
 I'll probably die in jail - make it through life and fry in hell
 Either way I'ma lead the way, cause only time'll tell
 I rhyme for real, not that imaginary vocabulary
 I really will stab you and every one of my adversaries
 There's no remorse - fuck these thug niggaz, show me the boss
 Gimme a hustle worth the risk of goin up North
 I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein
 So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem
 I'll see him in hell, we'll settle it there, better it there
 No innocent bystanders to get hit with a spare
 Like I really care who catches strays from the Mac
 Like I really care who you paid to rap on your track
 Nigga you wack - you ain't bringing nuttin for us
 I got songs with the Devil and Jesus singin on the chorus
 You can't ignore us, nigga you know how we roll
 Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole

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 [Big Punisher]
 Can't no comp come at me, this battle the Bronx'll back me
 Got the nicest niggaz alive talkin bout, "Papi's nasty"
 Cocky crafty like Rocky sassy Puerto Rock Apache
 Posse not even the cops could catch me
 I'm too fast - four-hundred pounds, but I move ass
 Soon as you spoke, I already smoked you with two jabs
 My game is tight - you wanna play, just name your price
 Fame to ice, your brains your life, the game is sheist
 and I'm the trifest on the field
 Even in school I was nominated the most likeliest to kill
 This bastard steal, a full clip and a extra
 and I'ma blast ya til your whole click respeta
 Leave you muerta, it ain't me it's the metra
 'tate quieta, the bitch got a bad temper
 Don't surrender - you ain't got a chance
 You be lucky to leave here half-dead, in an am-bu-lance
 So take a chance, but expect the worst
 Put my foot so far up your ass
 the sweat on my knee'll quench your thirst

 {OOOOOH! *long slurrrrrrrp* .. "Thanks Pun!"}

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