| Parasitic and a critic of God’s score
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| You gots all of mine but why
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| You waits for the next to Erase my respect
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| Grab the di-dick
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| Just do your duties
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| I’m bout as insecure as you’re the immature
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| But you gots cooties
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| Telling me, me file
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| Your style’s forever blaow
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| Acidic your rain and pour
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| Ignoring my pain
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| Like how’s the weather, whatever
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| I want therapy from Ron Jeremy on intimacy
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| Fuck a under the?
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| Into men, see you later
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| Greater good for sure
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| Using you then cruising through your neighborhood for whores
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| The? |
| Whip, story’ll flip
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| To the past, Back to the Future
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| Back to recruit for some masters
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| Nowadays I’m Michael J. Fox shook
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| Ya’ll style’s are crazed
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| But the disciples stay live
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| Look to the old school
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| Was y’all hoes too
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| His mom’s was a freak
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| But speaking of mom’s
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| Not for nothing, my Mom’s the bomb
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| A brother’s zoning
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| Edible better chill to spar with my father
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| Cease discussion
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| Probably gotta be my Mother’s? |
| Repercussion
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| Genetic pathetic
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| I’m head sick
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| Reaching for love
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| Reaching above the threshold
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| I’m stressed yo What’s up hun
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| ? |
| For real ya, your skill destroying your boy
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| And it’s clearing out your in a ploy, corruption
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| Now brought
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| Two thousand and one chronicles
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| The demonical, thinking of nonsense
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| Linking with you diamond? |
| Contents
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| You ain’t shit to me Cause love don’t live here anymore
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| That’s right, fuck you
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| That’s right, nigga
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| Pack your shit and leave
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| Love don’t live here anymore
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| Sing it Yo, if you ever find this nigga
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| He’ll be dead with the fishes
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| At the bottom of the East-muthafuckin-River
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| Deliver him straight past the flaming gates of Hades and suffocate him
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| With corpses of crack babies and burning fat ladies
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| You bum nigga
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| Vocabulary limited, primitive mind
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| Thinking big but only fucking with the average dick size
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| And fuck Destiny’s Child
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| Put you on blast on the net
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| Take your picture up in aol chat rooms for men (bitch nigga)
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| That’s right gentleman
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| A venomous revenge for offending a feminine, huh
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| Nigga, I should John Lennon you
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| Find a chick, pack her pussy with heat and fuck lead in you
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| Fill her mouth with razor blades and have her give head to you
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| I’m feeling vengeful
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| Thinking of acupuncture with pencils
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| Your body stenciled out on my single cover
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| Accept the murder charges
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| I’m dreaming of delicious spots for burial plots
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| Murk you then have necrophiliacs fuck you in abandoned lots
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| Who’s the mack
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| Bitch please
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| Get capped in the knees like old horses
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| I’ll hobble you, like Kathy Bates in Misery
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| Chivalry, not
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| I’ll fuck with voodoo and shrivel your c***
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| Take you hostage
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| Make you fuck a prostitute that’s deliberately hot
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| Catch a clap, nigga
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| Slash your fucking limbs off so fast
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| That your Timbs' stay put when your legs get tossed
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| You ain’t a diamond, you’s a nun-but chrome
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| Bitch nigga, black hole for brains
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| Why’d you back and fuck with a chick who’s deranged
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| Come on now |