| They say the first blow stuns you
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| The second one, that’s the KO
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| My knuckles 'bout to hurt, going in
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| Y’all don’t want it with Deck
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| You know anything I drop will never fall short of respect
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| Y’all the type that they sorta respect
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| I’m a war vet
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| Off with your head once they forward the check
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| Yup, the cream keep calling me back
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| Never falling to trap
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| I flee the scene with your broad in my lap
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| And I ain’t worried 'bout half of the chat
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| Haters talk 'til you see 'em
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| That’s when they try >??<
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| Keep a wise mind writing his act
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| Don’t even try to react
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| Tony Stewart how I’m riding the track
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| Even if you don’t vibe to my rap
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| I still be on your dome like a snapback: fastened your straps
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| The rebel how they said I act, no lie
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| Like I work for Home Pride all the bread I stack
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| Call the jet to a west-side flat to relax
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| Left with the stewardess on the red-eye back
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| See I’m straight, y’all got it twisted
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| I’m great, y’all not as gifted
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| See I’m straight, y’all got it twisted
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| I’m great, y’all not as gifted
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| Beside man, relax
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| Stand up, straighten your back out
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| Realizing, man
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| He made some good fertilizer, fam
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| It’s what I said as I tied his hands and feet to a post on a random street
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| Then I chop his little body up into sandwich meat
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| I’m flying handsome version of Brian Cranston
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| Holding a cop for ransom
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| Open up my demands and clean it out
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| But keep every bit of the finer ransom
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| And make some giant bands that want this wild anthem
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| A phantom pteranodon
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| Quick, turn the cameras on
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| Get a pic with him or the dying rapper he’s landing on
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| As he turns the ghost cannon on
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| Says he bought it on Amazon
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| Now tell me what the fuck are you planning on? |
| (Nothing)
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| Damn, he strong, can’t be wrong
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| Air heads out like the candy’s gone
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| It’s CZARFACE, back to attack your heart again
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| Destroy your ass like Drax from the Guardians
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| CZARFACE is here, we got you |