| I turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu
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| While me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off
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| And wear em like i was Buffalo Bill
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| I take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz
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| What the deal? |
| box cutter and rubber gloves
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| Gun fring it’s nothing you rot in a rubber tub
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| Some ruff uppercuts 2 da jaw sure 2 shut em up
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| And make em wonder what then fuck keeps me doin this
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| Or why I keep breaking crewz rigs with sewer lids
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| I toss em like frisbeez vicious ain’t new to this
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| …see what I’m chweing iz a magic shroom
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| Rappers lock themselves inside a panic room
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| Good afternoon, we turn ya whole house to ground zero
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| I’m the slayer of the mayor, ghosttown’s hometown hero
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| Dope dod got em running with fear
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| Now move back muthafuk’s: The Onyx is here!!!
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| I got Monsters in my head, unconscious almost dead
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| I hear voices putting all this nonsense in my head
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| It makes no sense, waking up with both hands covered in blood
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| Got your favourite rapper chain covered in mud
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| As it hangs from the front of my truck, like an ornament
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| I collect trophies for rappers I tormented
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| I got em walking like zombies in this bitch
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| One show blow him out his abercrombie and fitch
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| You give these niggas an inch, they wanna take a mile
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| I put the 5th to ya face take that with a smile
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| I’m foul… yeah so fuck repercussions
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| Black hoodie on liking like the grim reaper cousin
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| You need a panic room for this shit
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| Why is that?
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| Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit
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| You can’t mess with sickest
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| Who are they?
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| Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid
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| I crack skulls cause my life is dull
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| I sold my soul ain’t got a life at all
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| Yeah I’m making the calls watch your empire fall
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| I won’t move aside my mindstate’s like fuck it all
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| No need to panic yall
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| The world is my basketball
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| I’m not gonna pass at all give me what I’m asking for
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| Underground ambassador our army’s coming after ya
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| You’re living in the past and ya not a time traveller
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| Damage ya cut you in half like a paprika
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| Used to be in front but you didn’t have the stamina
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| To keep it up now you starving like it’s Africa
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| Now witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya
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| Ya wife I be banging as you watch you couldn’t handle her
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| Now take ya last breath and watch me strangle her
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| Evil right her yeah its more than pure
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| Keep killing till my heart stops that’s the cure
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| Crack a heineken
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| Its time to strike the mic again
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| Seasons switch
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| Cycles end
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| We blowin' up like hydrogen
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| Now ima tell you that ya hype will end i’ll grab the mighty pen
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| This god is vigirous i’ll smite ya men
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| Ya niggas need to step it up and all
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| Im fuckin bustin balls
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| With flows bolder than a buffalo
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| See no cuffs can hold this nigga cause i rock and roll
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| And when i reach my toll i explode like Mark Ruffalo
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| Thats why im actin kinda cynical ya’ll niggas like to make shit
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| I make gold and chrome minerals
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| Pitiful
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| Nevertheless im a killer cold
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| Bad to the bone thats why im livin' by the sinners code
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| Yeah you stepped into the dark abyss
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| We’re narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses
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| The problem is ya’ll niggas ain’t fuckin' with heated beats
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| The real chiefs or these evil streets
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| I take you to a place that I don’t like to go
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| I got that rifle flow cause killing niggas is like riding a bicycle
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| And how to break a neck is something that you can’t forget
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| Sticky Fingaz… but you can call me face of death
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| Nigga i won’t battle rap you i just eat ya adam’s apple
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| Take you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles
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| I come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls
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| … I sniff em out until I find em all…
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| My voice sounds like my stomach growling
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| Grimey nigga what I won’t do for a 100,000
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| This nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him
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| Always got the huns around him
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| Hip hop is fucked without… |