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Show Of Hands Cousin Jack

Where the copper the clay the arsnic and tin Run in your blood and under your skin I'll leave the county behind I'm not coming back Oh follow me down cousin Jack

', check it out, I want all the refugees out there to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI

to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack

I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my first cousin, though

Hittin' corners in a six trey Chevrolet rag top Impala, top dollar Got my cousin laid back ridin' shotgun 'Cause I got the front and back hydraulic hot

end I know one I depend Im struggling for my ends I promise you I'm gon win Fuck the competition and fuck an Expedition I need paper in my hands to stop

Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble Take your hand, make your stand To my left, jeff, your

to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack

I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks I'm that ***** in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me