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I'm slangin' the mic like a syllable shotty, sippin' 40's Check it out, y'all, L.A.W.'s raw L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon L.A.W. this might trouble

be no bail The charge was assault & battery Three years in the stinkin' jail The charge was assault & battery The charge was assault & battery The charge was assault

The lives were taken For feasts at the table A life of misery Ending with a shock Brutal murder (brutal murder) All hands to the slaughter Mass torture

wizard sages sat Let us try to remember All the times where they were at So your thoughts, they were expecting Assault and battery on the human anatomy, Assault

Play the fucking track! Play that fucking track!! Oh there it is Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man That's right y'all We just keep on rollin baby

Blood sprays the landscapes again As we lauch full-scale attack This has been going on too long Your existence is a joke Assault and destroy all the

Surely one will die War cry fix bayonets In the face of death No time for regrets The brunt of the attack Full frontal assault Suicidal rampage Families

Fires burning cities down Your whole world's destroyed Mutants crawl out from the ruins To put you to the sword Poisoned air in darkened skies flows across

Oh it's been getting so hard Livin' with the things you do to me, aha Oh my dreams are getting so strange I'd like to tell you everything I see Oh,