| On foe niggas swearing they 'bout taking lives
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| My inner thoughts yearning to tac 'em on sight
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| Them hollows stay munchin' like Pac Man’s lost cousin
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| I’m smeltin' all niggas that’s itchin' to try
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| I’m strapped with them bullets and shells like a plumber
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| I’ll port to your city like Hayden from Jumper
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| Ain’t no way you dodging the bullets I chucker
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| And if that bitch grazed then I’m hurling another
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| Your birdies stay chirpin' that you bounce with heat
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| You claim what they humming then shit point at me
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| You point while on safety, your stance getting shaky
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| My wolves get to sensing, they see the next feast
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| My gang skirt in tahoes to shoot runs with models
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| I’m talking 'bout Wessons, that clear out the scene
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| If you really 'bout it, don’t duck from the scoutage
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| Just take that shot like Piccolo for the team
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| Bang, bang, light a nigga out on some Holocaust
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| Body get to missin' without wishin', Timmy Turner’s lost
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| Let the nigga get it 'cause he beg it like an auction cost
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| Twenty-one, forty-one, vultures buzzing off his top |
| Goofy nigga talk a lot, but he could not walk the talk
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| Should of never had the thought, now he rolling on the lot
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| Fold him like an auto bot, gave him all the shots we got
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| Thraw, thraw, thraw, thraw, now we dippin' out the lot
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| Move, move, move, move, move. |
| Fourteen bogies, inbound. |
| Load the chopper.
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| Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go. |
| How we lookin'? |
| C’mon, is it loaded?
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| There we go, there we go. |
| Down, on the right, down, down, nice, down.
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| Over there, let’s go, let’s move over there, move out, move out
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| Fuck with my legion, I might let off in this bitch for no reason
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| I burn off heresy, fakers and treason
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| I am the god who could change with the season
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| So fuck all your reasons, and no, I can’t stop it
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| She too outta pocket, she pop lock and drop it
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| I know yo bitch ratchet, I tossed up the rock
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| And I dashed from the spot, if you talk like a jock
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| I’ll put holes in yo jacket
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| Leave him all red like a beef ramen packet
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| His shit disclosed then I’m closing his casket
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| Why they come back if they know that I’ve passed them? |
| Claim I’m below them, I know I surpassed them
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| Act like a bitch or as if you don’t have sense
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| Boy, when we talk of your bitch, it’s in past tense
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| Boy, if I focus on that I won’t have shit
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| They call me «clank» 'cause I came with the ratchet
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| Really don’t care what you think of me, I
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| Really don’t care what you think of me, I
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| Really don’t care what you think of me, I
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| Really don’t care what you think of me, I
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| Mortis |