| I ain’t in the mood, I be in the tomb, ayy
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| Packed to the roof, 'bout to boom and clear the room, ayy
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| We choose the rules and the first one is true, ayy
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| You got to go, I’m getting tired like a loom
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| Now everybody coming out to the shows
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| The same ones that used to say «Fuck Bones»
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| I think it’s funny to see that’s just how it goes
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| So fuck away with that «Look how far you’ve come»
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| You do the most, I do whatever I want and more
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| Could understand how you mad at the boy
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| Fuck your flow and all your words, shit’s a bore
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| The cemetery corpse, I done skipped the morgue (Wait)
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| Packed to the back, pushing to the front
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| Smoking behind the curtains 'til it’s time to get it done
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| Packed to the back, pushing to the front
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| Swinging both arms 'til the pit open up
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| Packed to the back, pushing to the front
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| Smoking behind the curtains 'til it’s time to get it done
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| Packed to the back, pushing to the front
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| Swinging both arms 'til the pit open up |