| You don’t know me I’m the unholy soley time patrolly
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| I clock crazy credits and don’t rhyme for rollies
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| Still bustin at the police know least one of my bullets
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| Will hit my enemy in his face when this trigger, I pull it
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| I’m twisted like a psychopath, I write my rhymes in blood
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| I don’t got a DJ cause I a-cut him up They won’t let me on MTV I’d beat up Carson Daly
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| And remind Eminem of D’Angelo Bailey
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| Haley’s in a coma, Haley’s in a coma
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| I smell the aroma, of a dead body
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| Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance
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| Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance
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| Drugs, thugs, slugs, niggaz get plugged
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| At a early age up in Detroit, nigga what?!
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| Hustla, get yo trick on Hoe, tell em who dick you want
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| Shit! |
| I’mma lunatic in this bitch
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| I wanna blow my own head off, Kurt Cobain style
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| I think if I was dead I’d be better off now
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| Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance
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| Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance |