| The deadest, the pettiest, why would they let me in
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| Why the fuck would anybody start with me
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| Bones the ruler, that Ruger won’t do shit I’ll prove it
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| Put one to my head and watch me still breathe
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| You don’t gotta go and believe me
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| See the day that I l-e-a-v-e this whole scene will terminate permanently
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| They see the skull and they know it’s the team
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| Design you like Tyrus, put you in a creek
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| 6 feet deep that’s where you can find me
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| I know all the spots no way you can hide from me
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| Extendo clip in the Glock oh please
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| Oh behave watch me reprimand thee
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| Dunce cap on ya put you in a corner
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| TeamSESH bonehead turn you to a goner
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| Lifespan longer my songs shorter
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| Only lines you gots' the ones that you snortin'
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| I became a legend fuck all these peasants
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| 1522 counting riches peep the ledger
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| Vegan leather synthetic suede
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| Lock you in a cage like the food that you ate
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| Take you to the healing fields lay you down make it real
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| Time for vacation cabin hidden in the hills
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| Pop quiz, I got it locked, bitch
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| It’s the deadman graveyard locksmith
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| Top notch shit, on the block shit
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| Buck knives in my right and left pockets |