| Yeah, sniffing Oxycontins to medicate
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| I’ll cut your fucking head off then I lick the machete blade
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| I’m so unorthodox that a pussy get torn out the box
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| Body parts inside the freezer, never let the corpses rot
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| Yeah!, Don’t like bitches, did he talk a lot?
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| I spit a couple lines, and got this trick up out her halter top
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| Mr. Benton,
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| Amber alert your bitch is missin'
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| I’m in the kitchen, twitchin', I need a fix my skin is itchin'
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| I took a piss in public, got a misdemeanor
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| I’m cheap, I take a bitch to Arby’s, get her chicken fingers
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| Twistin' some reefer, got her twisted to demeanor
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| They kick me out of Sunday school for hittin' the preacher
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| Started drinking gasoline cause I’m sick of tequila
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| I’ll eat through the fucking speakers and shoot at ya teacher
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| My high is coming down, feel like I’mma finna crash
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| Go on a killing spree, and murder rappers with Vinnie Paz
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| (Ahah! Jarren Benton! What up Vinnie!?)
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| I guess you thinkin' this what you built for
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| You killed a couple lines, homie we done killed more
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| You wanna battle, we brought a war
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| Break out the chain mail, swing a fucking sword
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| I guess you thinkin' this what you built for
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| You killed a couple lines, homie we done killed more
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| You wanna battle, we brought a war
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| Break out the chain mail, swing a fucking sword |