| I’m in my bag like marijuana, big gun like the man on Contra
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| That pipe on ya like an anaconda, true vets
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| So if you niggas snitching you get left like a fat nigga starving,
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| biscuit missing
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| Murder mics in the booth nigga my flow tighter
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| I want life in the booth, I murder ghost writers (ah)
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| The album dropper, the show killer, my flow realer
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| Put a sly rock niggas but I don’t know jigga
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| Pick a pistol and pistol whip you
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| Bitch I’ll rip you in pieces and show you
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| The real definition of what a beast is
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| I can show you the definition of hate
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| Dissecting, redirecting your definition of fate
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| Got these faggot niggas hanging online like I’m phony
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| I’mma kill em by the end of the movie I’m not Tony
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| Remove units it’s useless to kill you
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| It’s foolish to fill you with ammo
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| I dismantle anybody that’s hating on Pharaohs
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| Heard niggas have a problem with the way that I spit
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| Need a crowbar to detach their lips from my dick
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| Herb got my wired, I write slang, cock heat back and throw fire
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| At lames and at dames, insane in my brain a little bit
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| Q is the code, right hooks to your dome making you fold
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| Yeah a nigga step try to play bold
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| Four-four slam dunk a nigga’s soul right in the hole
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| Ain’t like the squadron you facing
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| Nigga, we dub-statin
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| Run adjacent with wolves and serve in annihilation
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| Yeah, Stoupe, we can rhyme with the track
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| Cutting no slack, darts piercing your chest causing arrest
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| Cardiac fashion, twelve-deep mashing you out
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| Do your fam and your glass out your house
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| Everybody gonna get it, grandmoms, dogs down to your spouse
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| Watch you pay for talking sideways out your mouth
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| Tear your frame and drag your body parts due south
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| Evil deed is done, gather us, squad out
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| Hit the pad and laugh, burns L’s and drink stout, nigga
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| Hit the pad and laugh, burn L’s and drink stout
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| I am heartless, I am the fucking hallmark of harshness
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| I’m the narcissist of darkness, I am in the industry of mystery
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| I’m the unofficial victory, I am a Disney of misery
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| I am uneasy, disagreeable, I’m a vehicle of evil
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| I’m unequally deceitful, people want wealth
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| People want the nice stuff life might offer
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| People in hell want motherfucking ice water
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| I do not have control, I don’t have a soul
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| What you have you should hold, what I had I sold
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| I’m attached to the role, I am past consoled
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| Cast out into the cold, all I have I stole
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| Blunts stuffed with tons of weed, trust and believe
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| I have done the fucking deed, I am up to speed
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| It’s a lot on my mind, I am still bitter
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| If you could go back in time would you kill Hitler? |