| Catacomb creep, buried last week
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| But I came back just to witness your defeat
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| Worms in my teeth, mud on my body
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| Used to ride shotty with my hand on the shotty
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| Dial 5−1-7
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| Before the next 7 if you trying to get connected (What?)
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| Don’t look in the attic
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| I don’t need an extra case while I’m running through the madness (SESH)
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| Too clean can’t miss it, Clorox, boy, two blunts disinfected
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| Weeping willows steady hanging
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| Set the mood perfect, I just hope it start raining
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| You shot your shot and you missed, brick
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| I step in quick and go swish, bitch
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| I go so swish they don’t tic-tic
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| Our shows be like god damn
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| Checking this shit off my wishlist
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| Tell me one person that’s this-this
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| Deal with these kids like «Tisk-tisk!»
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| They know my position is infinite
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| Never get low 'cause I always re-up
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| This is what dreams are made up of and I am Hillary Duff
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| Bum and a youngin, and I’m about to erupt
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| I suggest it’s on eggshells around me you walk
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| Better be a sweetheart if you want to talk
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| If not, guess what, you get fucked
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| Painted on horns but a halo’s what you got
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| Acting devilish get you burned on the spot
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| Spot, get you burned on the spot
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| Acting devilish get you burned on the spot
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| Yeah, get you burned on the spot |