| It’s like this and like that and like this
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| I’m the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin' corners
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| Lookin' for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
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| I’m meaner in action than Roscoe beatin' James Todd Senior
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| And smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
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| I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth
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| With a fucked up childhood that I used as an excuse
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| And ain’t shit changed, I kept the same mind state
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| Since the third time that I failed ninth grade
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| You probably think that I’m a negative person
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| Don’t be so sure of it
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| I don’t promote violence, I just encourage it
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| I laugh at the sight of death
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| As I fall down a cement flight of steps
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| And land inside a bed of spider webs
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| So throw caution to the wind
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| You and a friend can jump off of a bridge
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| And if you live, do it again
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| Shit, why not? |
| Blow your brain out, I’m blowin' mine out
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| Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now |