| Call up Stewart and Rook
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| We bout to kill this shit look
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| I’m about to murder everyone
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| Leave em stuck, leave em Shook
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| I’m bout to load up my gun
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| Shoot my piece and then book
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| I’m bout to start having fun
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| Break beneath in the roof
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| Start to choke from the pressure
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| I’m the joker, Heath ledger
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| Kids talking all that shit, mediocre I’m better
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| Bitch I’m just a lil jit, pot smoker in sweaters
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| Doing it to get big, I got nothing to do, better
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| I got nothing to do, better
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| Pockets full of no cheddar
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| Stalking in every weather
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| Like I got a vendetta
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| Instead of talking that shit, go and do something better
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| Now back to the stick up, pull my gun out the dresser
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| Six whippin a pick up
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| Chis with a Barretta
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| Adalwolf be a sick fuck
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| Fucked in the head of
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| Some other shit on his mind
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| Like he got impedimenta
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| I’m a nomad
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| In my head
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| But I’m a maniac instead
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| Like
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| Gun cocked loaded at the clerk finger focus
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| Bout to merk everyone like a germ diplococcus
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| Tell the clerk open up the register. |
| Hypnosis
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| Notice her hocus pocus in the corner thinking oh shit
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| It’s okay, six pull open
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| Open the front door let her in
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| Take here home and do everything I order
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| Sort her out no disorders
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| Sorta pissed that I brought her
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| Tie her up 'for i sorta get bored and start to slaughter
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| I can’t deal with this shit I can’t take it no more
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| Put you’re hands up lil bitch and then get on the floor
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| This a stick up lil bitch I’m breaking down ur door
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| This a stick up lil bitch I’m breaking down ur door
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| I explore Corredors
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| Breaking inside before
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| Anyone notices 4 doors on the floor
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| Knocked down like a whore
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| Shell shocked like its war
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| Cock back grab the score
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| Hell rot when we’re gore
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| Moving out the shit nobody stopping
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| Proving now, talk shit, got a problem?
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| Get dropped, lil kid, u a goblen
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| Nomad boyz, SP, we a problem |