| I’ll hold on to the gun
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| Why should he hold onto the gun?
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| Cause I already got it motherfucka!
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| «Apathy attacks like asteroids or avalanches»
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| Welcome to Hell, I’m Lucifer’s Lieutenant
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| In the School of Hard Knocks I’m the superintendent
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| Treat a ho like a ho, why would you get offended?
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| When 90% of y’all are all stupid and pregnant
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| Bunch of freaks, hotter than summer heat
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| No wonder brothers creep
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| Pick up lines work when she’s slower than a Southern beat
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| I’m livin' proof I can get in these booths
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| And make rappers turn pussy I’m a give 'em a deuce
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| My shit is the truth
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| North Face and Timberland boots
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| I’m '92 2Pac, readin' scripts for «Juice»
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| Yeaaaah
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| You got the cash, I’m a rob your ass
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| Stick you with a stocking mask
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| (You out for the doe)
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| C’mon you gotta ask?
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| I’m good with the guns, good with the funds
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| Run and your shit’ll get done
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| Riddle your body with metal get rid of the evidence before the detectives come
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| So clear a path for the bully in a bull dozer
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| Booby trap the trunk with a pump in case I’m pulled over
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| «You're welcome. |
| You’re all welcome!»
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| The fuck you wanna do, come and see Ryu!"
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| Lord have mercy these dudes are dookey
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| I don’t even wanna hear it, please somebody shoot me Put me out of my misery quick, I am through givin' a shit
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| I am officially on a mission from a different planet
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| A solar system with some nerdy equipment
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| I got the faggotron cannon pointed at your position
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| So quick and efficient
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| Come have a listen for yourself, take a peek at my kitchen
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| You better loosen up your belt
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| More flavor than a frickin' rotisserie chicken
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| Who left the mic on?
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| Holy shit, Jiminy Crickets, I am an icon
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| Turn the lights on when I finish
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| I treat beats like a pipe bomb and I just lit it Fuck your iPod and every trash rapper that’s in it Come snuggle with a python, it’s fun for minutes
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| It’s been a lifelong dream, now I’m seein' the fruit
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| The DGZ killin' machine, the R-Y-U
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| Suck it
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| «Y'all came in to see a show. |
| We want everybody cooperation, in the place
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| tonight.»
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| It’s Esoteric, what you expect dude?
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| Ayo ready set, machete rip
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| Fly kid that’ll never jet
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| The coolest tattoo-less motherfucker that you ever met
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| You got the nerve to spit about how you murder cliques and bust guns
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| But those are just two other words for for tits and cock hammers
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| And those are just two other words for dicks
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| And for a couple clowns like y’all it seems that’s a perfect fit
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| It’s like, make yourself a dang quesadilla
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| I’m drunk off this Buckwild shit, don’t let me near that case of Dilla
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| Shay’s a chiller lady killer, for reala, erase your villa
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| Above Freddy, Jason, Godzilla, I’m devastation, Attila
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| Y’all cats be on the bus like you’re fresh from jail
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| The only carrots y’all be holding is for your son’s lunch pail
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| I unveil the unreal, a done deal, you punks fail
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| Shit, we go in on beats like y’all go in on two for one sales
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| And I assume you know my man Celph’ll ruin ya Remove your piece from the Pterodactyl, y’all be Dinosaur Jr’s
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| And I’m out
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| «Believe me sir, he’s not human!
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| But are you aware that he tortured them with a refinement of cruelty? |
| "
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| «Celph Titled’s known as a gangster to some»
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| Fuck a bitch, I’m on some borderline rape shit
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| I’m puttin' one in the oven and it ain’t a fuckin' Duncan Hines cake mix
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| I will put a few stacks on your spine
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| You are a money back guarantee, plus I’m out my mind
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| Where’s the catering service?
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| I need to feed my ego
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| Sit at home, smoke, collect checks and eat Doritos (yeah)
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| Drive around in a $ 60, 000 car
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| Douse your ma and pa, got at least 60 gallons more
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| Manipulate metaphors, I am rhymin' raw
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| I am the Human Torch, of course I got firearms
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| So henceforth
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| What you say is irrelevant
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| I’ll put the metal in your chin like Kanye’s skeleton (oh my)
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| Disintegrate flesh when lead enzymes chew
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| (Even your windpipe too?)
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| The hollows went right through
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| My marksman trainin' is I’ll when I clap and spark it Use your kids trainin' wheel as a practice target |