| I rolled up in a haterskin jacket
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| With a matching haterskin hat
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| Ooh, I made him a tenement kid
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| And then played him straight out the live trap
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| Watch it bleed and believe in my nature like that
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| I do decree I’ll do me and we’ll leave it at rap
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| Really ain’t ready
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| To recognize me as most deadly to ever do every
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| Oo, h you know me, I ain’t ever been trendy
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| Boy, I brought a good ax
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| Right at a forest of facts
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| Just bring me that stack
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| Do what I meant or get done where I’m at
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| Always on cue when I build with whatever I’m using
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| Beware you a winner who too used to losing
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| This make me the dangerous snake venom yet
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| Kind of poison that enter your ankle and reaches your neck
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| I am an honorable death and depression, I press
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| The harder I are, the hater they get
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| You know where you are, you maded your bed
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| Now sit in it, dwindle, belittle and get on the 'net
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| What puppet kid got to say about life to the marionette?
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| Nothing but fuck your assumption the rotten don’t suffer
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| The sheep?
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| A series of seconds at last
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| I know then I guess and you gasp
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| I don’t need it in cursive with pencil and pen
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| Mine is the kind that you go with the color within
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| That you open it up and you win
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| I’m ugly and under the skin
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| I’m running a ton of? |
| government
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| ? |
| whoever you are
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| Catch 'em, drop 'em
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| Bottom-feed 'em
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| Let 'em be or set 'em free
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| And I don’t give a fuck who see 'em
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| Now I’m hatable
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| I don’t care about your bread
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| Let’s have a little feast upon your meat
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| I don’t care if you was dead
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| You can rest in peace upon the street
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| Better put the burners on your leg
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| Better put the wheels upon your feet
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| That’ll be your turn to face death
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| I’m disconcerned with your belief
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| ? |
| do it myself
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| I got the sunshine upon my back
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| And I got the earth under my heel
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| For real,?
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| I say my prayers when I?
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| I been there, I done that
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| My intention’s to run that
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| I says that, I does that
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| I been that, I was that
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| My skin?
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| This shit here’s a grudge match
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| No fear where my love’s at
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| Give it all, I’m taking off
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| Haters on me, I shake it off
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| They ain’t got no faith at all
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| Take the ground and make 'em take it off
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| I say goodbye so I can save my soul
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| When they let it slide, I take control |