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They call me Big John Studd, my middle name Mud. Dirty water flow, too much for you thug. They can't stand the flood – what up, doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sureshot. Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (learn!). Temperature's too hot for sunblock (burn!). Playin' wit' minds that get you state time. Locked behind 12 bars from a great mind. Killa bees in the club wit' this ladybug. Brought a sword to the dance floor to cut a rug. Love is love all day, 'til' they throw slugs. And take another life in cold blood, can't feel me 'til it's your blood. Murder rates tremendous, crime is endless.