| Fucked up out my mind, the gun in my belt
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| the voice yells out, 'enjoy your summer in hell'
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| Dead friends and family surround me where they found me In the suicide county I had a bounty on my spirit
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| Higher than I ever been, overlookin my wake
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| Wit closed caskets, cause I had took off the face
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| Cause I ain’t never like nobody starin at me
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| I’m feelin sappy??? |
| was really happy
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| My crew standin there wit shovels just grinning
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| When the music start n the cryin stops its back to the livin
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| Cause y’all ain’t really think I’d go out like kurt did you?
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| Beat gi gi allen to the punch and do it at a venue
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| Hopped out the coffin like david blain
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| I hit y’all wit a decade of verses, I guess for baby fame
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| You want a plug? |
| Stick this underground shit so far up your ass you
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| stutter now, keep lookin to cover, how
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| The fuck did rap turn into big and pac karaoke
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| Back in the 80's they did shit but kept it very lowkey
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| I know I’m speakin to less than one percent of the public
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| But this is for the people who copped movies and loved it Ya’ll better hope I don’t catch aids or the big c Cause the day they say I’m goin is in the week y’all comin wit me.
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| From the smallest of riffs to the biggest of beefs
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| I’ma be the first rap serial killer in the streets
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| I’m caught somewhere between a thug and intelligence
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| I bug off a elephant, acid scratched off the elephant
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| Along with the rest of the insect nation
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| Standin there wit bloody arms like its hallucination
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| This might be the last you’ll ever see of I Cause my spirit and physical just can’t coincide
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| Used to write patterns now they right for themselves
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| If you ain’t into death, step back, when I’m lightin up L’s. |