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アーティスト:Justin Timberlake 

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Oh, you mother fuckers thought it was over, huh Well, it's not, you didn't count on a fallen angel Getting back into the grace of God and coming after you Ya'll niggaz ain't shit, your producers ain't shit Your fucking A&R ain't shit I'll fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal Yo, Diabolic, take this mother fucker's head off Go ahead and grip glocks I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots You'll have to lip lock With hypodermic needles to lick shots I'll watch you topple flat Put away your rings and holla back Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps Beneath the surface I'm over heating your receiving circuits By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches What you preach is worthless Your worship defeat the purpose Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service Beyond what ya'll fathom I shit on cats and jaw tap at 'em Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm Tour jack at 'em Have his half a ten, bitch suck my friend's dick In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague This fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade So if I catch you bluffin', faggot, you're less than nothing I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction


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