| I already done heard enough of that faggot shit
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| Celph Titled comes through with matches lit
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| Causing gases ashes to form where your casket sit
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| I’m passionate smacking bitches on blind dates
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| An angry rap critic on top of that irate
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| At my estate we got room with medieval tombs
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| dead people and priceless spoons that scrap brain on plates for Montezum
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| And I assume I’m about ten yards from you camp grounds
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| with kerosene filled to the brim of my canteens spilling on ant mounds
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| I play Cee-Lo with-out the dice and roll niggas head instead
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| 'Cause I’m charitable and generous to give out the led
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| You shook bitches know I carry M72 L.A.W.s
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| with 66 millimeter rockets cruising above you
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| What? |
| Your mother said she never love you? |
| Well she told me
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| 'cause I’m that nigga to hold heat and make slugs outta your gold teeth
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| A sick muthah fuckah puttin’six muthah fuckin’slugs
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| in six muthah fuckin’arteries ain’t mutha fuckah hard as me
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| (Sample) 2x
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| Every now and then a suckah MC gets courageous
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| Every-Every now and then a suckah MC get’s courageous
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| Every now and then a suckah MC get’s courageous
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| Never-Never the Least they all R.I.P. |