| When we out, riding round, we don’t skrrt, skrrt
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| Bending corners very slowly, like the speed hurt, hurt (like it hurt)
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| Say you got that work, but bitch, you unemployed
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| Yes, I surely get annoyed
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| With all of that «I'm the man» from little boys
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| I get shit bumping, like I got no choice
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| Jump in the hearse before I hop in a Royce
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| Before you left Earth, all you heard was a voice
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| Bones is the reason you now are destroyed
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| Fuck with the boy, fuck with the king
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| Brain on my chain, got your eye in my ring
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| Sit on my throne fashioned out of your skin
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| If you hear a scream, SESH at it again
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| Foam at the mouth, I’m rabid again
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| Christ has risen, the passion is here
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| Alive and well, and kicking the cure
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| The remedy say my name twice, and I’m there
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| All you need’s ash, no need for a mirror
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| Draw out a square, step inside there
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| Follow directions so close, you can feel it
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| If you did it right, now I am here (what)
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| Creek on the creep, B on the lurk
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| You can sip mud, I’ll stay feeling like dirt
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| Bitch |