[Verse 1] (Guilty Simpson) Listen, do your research My name rings bells on heavy block You're lame, your splash in the game was a belly-flop I'm a grouch, boxing rappers like a kangaroo Heater in my pouch, throw away under my couch Crooked and mad, you disrespectful mutherfuckers is cooking with gas Bon appetit, I go at your streets With aggression, the same way I go at a beat and wreck sessions Then shoot a load on your freak in Best Western She's a hotel rat, I'm the shit bitch go tell that Yeah I hit it in the telly and came on the belly and remixed the celly I left no tracks When your bones go crack I ask "it hurt don't it"? My hobby is to body every one of my opponents
[Chorus] (Guilty Simpson) I put em' in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance O.J. Simpson muhfuckers
[Verse 2] (Guilty Simpson) You can't save everybody so I handy on another shotty and vow to never let a rapper stop me They copy, but take it as a hobby Timid, while I go get it That's right, who's sucker-free, no more drama Cause these motherfuckers got no honour, OK
[Chorus] x 2 (Guilty Simpson) I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance, Yeah, Good Riddance
[Verse 3] (Guilty Simpson) They couldn't hold a candle to the rhyme catalyst Detroit Rap, Blunt rap with a Cali twist Madlib keep skunk, all flavours for the smokers O.J. Simpson, game over, the slang dojo Black lungs, I could rob these rappers with a cap gun Prolly, pistol-whip foes til' they groggy Forever young even when I'm gone, get CD and start at one And recapture the life, it could have been a disaster Instead you hear victory, in every chapter The gutter gave birth to a hip-hop saviour But even above all about my paper Dope enough to be an urban legend but real enough to do dirt and hide a murder weapon
[Chorus] x 2 (Guilty Simpson) I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance Good Riddance
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[Verse 1] (Guilty Simpson) Listen, do your research My name rings bells on heavy block You're lame, your splash in the game was a belly-flop I'm a grouch, boxing rappers like a kangaroo Heater in my pouch, throw away under my couch Crooked and mad, you disrespectful mutherfuckers is cooking with gas Bon appetit, I go at your streets With aggression, the same way I go at a beat and wreck sessions Then shoot a load on your freak in Best Western She's a hotel rat, I'm the shit bitch go tell that Yeah I hit it in the telly and came on the belly and remixed the celly I left no tracks When your bones go crack I ask "it hurt don't it"? My hobby is to body every one of my opponents
[Chorus] (Guilty Simpson) I put em' in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance O.J. Simpson muhfuckers
[Verse 2] (Guilty Simpson) You can't save everybody so I handy on another shotty and vow to never let a rapper stop me They copy, but take it as a hobby Timid, while I go get it That's right, who's sucker-free, no more drama Cause these motherfuckers got no honour, OK
[Chorus] x 2 (Guilty Simpson) I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance, Yeah, Good Riddance
[Verse 3] (Guilty Simpson) They couldn't hold a candle to the rhyme catalyst Detroit Rap, Blunt rap with a Cali twist Madlib keep skunk, all flavours for the smokers O.J. Simpson, game over, the slang dojo Black lungs, I could rob these rappers with a cap gun Prolly, pistol-whip foes til' they groggy Forever young even when I'm gone, get CD and start at one And recapture the life, it could have been a disaster Instead you hear victory, in every chapter The gutter gave birth to a hip-hop saviour But even above all about my paper Dope enough to be an urban legend but real enough to do dirt and hide a murder weapon
[Chorus] x 2 (Guilty Simpson) I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance I'mma put em in their best clothes, family members crying Front row with fresh robes, playing with my escro Put you on death row, Hood Sentence, Good Riddance Good Riddance
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