| Die!!!, I choose before you
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| One by one we will pick you
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| You will die!!!
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| (f**k it… psychological)
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| Verse one:
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| Siccmade music comin up out yo seat
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| Catch the reeper night crawler creeper
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| Dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch deeper
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| I’ma take yo head with this street sweeper
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| Leave yo brains on yo speaker
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| Smash off in yo jeep
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| Do the bitches i’ma get real hostle
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| Get the signal model in stroddle
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| Smash down on the throddle
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| More scratch than lucky luciano
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| Serve more mutha f**kas than gronnup
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| Creep up on ya like dunnup
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| Send on to ya forehead and then like they said I fled
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| Cause I’m the type of nigga that’ll leave a horse head in ya bed
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| Take ya wife rape her no caper
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| Tie the bitch to the bed
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| Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
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| Real lunatic and sicc-fed
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| And thats some sentimental shit
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| I just might drip cream from my dick
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| When I’m off that
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| Smirnoff gin mix with o.e. |
| I’m hard and wet
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| O.e. |
| kept tellin' me no
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| But this smirnoff gin kept tellin' me yes
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| Mess maker raper
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| All about my paper
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| Throw yo hands over yo eyes
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| As yo thoughts intensify yo will (die!!!)
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| (deep voice)
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| Greetings.have a seat
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| Let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement
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| We’ve heard you’ve been busy
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| Ahaha we’ve heard you’ve been busy
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| We’ve learn from above that you’ve been
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| Doin' a little bit of this
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| Doin' a little bit of that
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| Stealing peoples scratch
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| Stabbin' in the back
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| We don’t think it’s fair !
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| When we found you you were nothing
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| Now you are our nothing
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| Is there room for unrest
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| Die… you will !!!
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| I promise
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| Verse two:
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| I’m wes craven on paper
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| So plug yo pussy clips
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| Cause I get sicker than a sifilous dick
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| And yo mama won’t like my shit nigga
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| Admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi
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| Loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next
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| Me I do hot sex
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| Razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck
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| Then I write my shit next
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| So feel yo insides and yo intestins when you mix me wit
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| The wisky tell’em situation risky wit a nailgun through
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| Yo eye you will
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| I got this endo suckin me dry
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| I got this slut bitch suckin me dry
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| Bout to wet the bed up
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| It was the perfect setup
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| Bloody sheets (bloody sheets)
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| No body (no body)
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| No murder weapon
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| I got this endo suckin me dry
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| I got this slut bitch suckin me dry
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| It was the perfect setup
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| Bout to wet the bed up
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| Bloody sheets
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| No body (no body)
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| No murder weapon
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| Thats why we die x8
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| Thats my name don’t wear it out
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| You don’t know about my whereabouts |