| Call me the angel Azazel, I’m like the Cain to the Abel
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| No time for games or the fables, watch when I aim for the navel
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| Call me the maniac from the middle of the map I’mma crack it open
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| Anybody got a problem, better man up, I’mma stand up till my back is broken
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| I’m about to stack my tokens, making music that I have to push like crack,
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| making sure the Midwest staying on the map, Indiana’s what I’m talking about
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| to be exact, you don’t want no trouble, every day it is a struggle,
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| I’mma hustle till I bubble and I make my bread
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| When I see a faker I just shake my head, and after murder I premeditate to fled
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| You don’t wanna tangle with a homicidal angel, I will likely have you strangle,
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| have you frozen every angle and your body will be mangled, should’ve never
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| tried to wrangle, now you lay a mess and dangled, and you meet your doom
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| Got a .38 that I let go boom
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| And a AK-47 that’ll wet your room
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| Catch two to the dome, get flew to the known, so hungry that I might chew to
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| the bone, I’m new to the throne, cause I been unchained and untamed and you’re
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| about to burn in flames, don’t wanna hand it to me I’mma earn my fame,
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| you punk mothaf***as better learn my name
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| See now my brains been unstable, ever since I came from the cradle,
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| try to maintain, better slang thangs, have a man bane, that’ll bring pain to
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| the table
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| Ever since I was a little boy, everybody said that I would grow to be a hell of
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| a heathen
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| Half angel, half devilish demon, with the element to be benevolent leaving
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| Gotta keep my head above the water, but it seems like every time I take a
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| breath of water the water gets a little deeper
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| Ledge I’m on gets a little bit steeper
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| Everyday I’m one step closer to the reaper
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| But I maintain enough of the bulls**t
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| Never listen to a hypocrite on the pulpit
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| Try to stay calm and remain on the cool tip, but everyone that anger me I act
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| on a full clip
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| This life is troubling, I’m still struggling, gotta work harder never had s**t
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| When my nock is doubling, pockets bubbling, maybe I’ll get out of this madness
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| See those who know me call me Chris
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| But you can address by C-Mob or you can call me this |