| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world?
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| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world?
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| (Yeah, yeah, it’s Eazy)
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| Baby in the jungle, when they found me I was humble
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| They denied me until I became a giant like Mutombo
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| Now they’re crying like Rapunzel, while i’m piecin' up the puzzle
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| Now I’m climbing up the ladder like a monkey, monkey, monkey
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| Monkey see, monkey do
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| All these crying rappers want to be in the crew
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| Models coming up to me like «My boo!»
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| Three at the same time like «I Do, I do, I do»
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| Back to the basics
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| Started from rapping in basement to a spaceship
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| Now I’m just laughing in faces on vacation
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| The cash that i’m stacking is crashing the Matrix
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| It’s actually dangerous for Mac to get famous
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| We stay underground, barely cracking the pavement
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| Every-time you drop a track, thats not amazing
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| Struggle, struggle. |
| Yeah, thats entertaining
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| While I have fans screaming out «You're next»
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| Throat sex with your girlfriend’s like a vortex
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| Both breasts on my dick, trying to drive a Corvette
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| Crashing into the porch steps, hope you don’t stress
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| It’s Eazy, same guy, more flex
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| More money in the bank, more high porn sketch
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| I don’t owe nobody nothing 'cept my own friends
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| But I’ll ting to your chin like a violin
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| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world?
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| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world?
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| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world?
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| (Its Big Merk, Stompdown Killas)
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| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world?
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| (Eazy Mac, what up man?)
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| Verse 2: (Merkules)
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| Im fucked up in the head, yeah, my life’s been stressful
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| But they think I’m doing fine now cause i’m successful
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| I got money but I’m still acting like I’m dead broke
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| I’ll do this till my hair turns white like Sisqo
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| Be Careful when approaching me ill hang you by your rosary
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| And stare you in the eyes while you suffer so you know its me
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| I just took two tabs and I’m feeling mad weird
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| Every pill is a different color like Eazy Mac’s hair
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| Ha ha ha, yeah the kids got jokes
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| And uh (pop, pop, pop) yeah these kids want smoke
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| Swear that all y’all soft, use the Killshot, woah
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| I’ll murder your favorite rapper and then switch my clothes
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| You versus me is a certified death
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| YNW Melly, Ill even murder my friends
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| Don’t underestimated me, I’m fucked in the head
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| Even though I’m on top, I’m still off my meds
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| I need a new prescription
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| Doing shrooms, quaaludes, dudes too sadistic
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| Big bag on my shoulder like the dude on Christmas
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| And I’m smoking big bowls like super lyptic, crucifixion
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| You fake, too fictitious
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| In that R&B whip
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| That’s the new edition
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| Shooting bullets out the ride size of cruller TimBits
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| We some famous mobsters, my crews the Misfits
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| Chorus/Outro:
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| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world?
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| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world?
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| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world?
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| Does nobody know it’s the end of the world? |