| What happened, what happened?
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| I see a whole lot of niggas here napping
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| Who’s sleepin? | 
| What’s cracking?
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| You dreamin', I cash it
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| See I’m the captain, I’m the captain
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| Of this goddamn ship, I won’t crash it
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| You gonna do some? | 
| I don’t think so
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| I’m a Starr nigga — Ringo
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| When I’m hittin' these niggas like pinball
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| Nigga that lingo hard like indo
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| I get it in though, she know how to go like the wind blow
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| Reaper got flow and the? | 
| Wendos?
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| Keeping that ho like Orlando
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| Me and my gringos throwing that bitch out of window
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| She flyin' like a flock of flamingos
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| Shit no, shit yeah, cause shit happened
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| I’m Binladen and I’ve been rappin' for eight years
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| And I’m still graphic, still mad and I’m still standing
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| Any rappers in the way will get peeled backwards
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| If you wanna match this, let me ask you
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| Is you ready to die? | 
| (Tonight)
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| Spirits gon' fly (Tonight)
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| I’m gettin' high (Tonight)
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| And I’m ready to die (Tonight)
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| I’m ready to (die), so I’m tellin' them (why?)
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| Half of these actors been tellin' them (lies)
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| Claimin' you (fly) American (life)
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| You have to be touched for the very first (time)
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| Better re-(wind) every (line)
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| Over your head when I leave 'em (behind)
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| Enemy (lines), Ketamine (high)
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| Hell of a (time) I never De-(cline)
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| I’m so fucking sick with the pen, I’m master like Ishii O-Ren
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| Grill in like Dolly Cohen, I fill 'em with bloody omen
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| My wishlist consists of horn implants and a pitchfork
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| Let’s hand 'em the rope with the Slipknot
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| You better beware watch you wish for
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| We mobbin' like it’s Gotham, got 'em carbon copy coffins
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| So line 'em up and drop 'em — end of discussion
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| Dead or alive, head of the tribe — hear the spirits whistle
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| Riddle me this, riddle me that
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| Cock the pistol is you ready to die? |