Run tell your enemies, run tell your friends
You know when the Dub Righters coming down to your ends
Better send a letter, better send a telegram
Tell the man all about the time that the place got rammed
By the first verse, for better or worse
With my mic style, yes I’ll put you in a hearse
I don’t need no 12 gauge, don’t need no tech 9
I go to war with a metaphor and rhyme
If it’s an arms race, then mans an octopus
Tear through my enemies, just like the rhinoceros
Because I’m strong like lion, you’ll never take it lying down
Usurp the crown when they found out we don’t clown around
Cus I... don’t touch the rock, don’t touch the brown
Don’t bow to no god, minister or crown
Not one to dish out beat downs around town
But no big bad wolf will ever blow my house down
Just like an 18 wheeler, we’re heavy and deliver
Lyrics so cold and bold they give you fever, make you shiver
Or so I’m told the beer is bad for your liver
So is Ebola, asteroids and living by the trigger
But what would be, much worse for me
Is to wake up at 93 having not lived true and free
I don’t need no death bed regrets
You don’t need no death bed regrets
Never forget
I do not need no death bed regrets
You do not need no death bed regrets
Never forget... never forget... never forget...
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