| Reload, explode, I’m a crack ya fuckin' code
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| Killer instinct mode so I always stay calico
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| In the battlezone I hold the phatter chrome
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| I’m tellin' every MC in the galaxy
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| That it’s on, but I gots love for all the ones who’s got love
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| Packed back, we got slugs, I got slugs for thugs back
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| For the dope deal
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| And a motherfuckin' a piece a crack
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| Fuck a ronin twissin diamonds if you don’t know the time
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| Fuck all of that
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| Nigga matter fact ball is whack
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| If you don’t know what to do to stack and takes your cash
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| If you don’t know the game cause you’s a biatch
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| Reload, reload, reload, reload
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| Reloadin' ain’t no thang, it’s all gon' spin
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| I’m time in the wind, I don’t make friends
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| Motherfucker what you thought? |
| Red rum is my talk
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| Wicket shit is what I spit, patin to acid
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| The fallen angel means I strangle and bang ya
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| Take ya hat off
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| Esham’s out cold like Adolf
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| Hitler, slit ya, boy I’m out ta get cha
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| Ya never shoulda fucked with me
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| Eternally, imperpituity
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| I’m out to end your exsistence
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| I last forever
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| I will endure whatever, where ever
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| And reload
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| I’m perpitatin' while you perptratin' I go on forever
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| Misload more pebbles you can speak 5 words for thee
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| Farrel forevermore, forever and a day
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| Forever and ever in all ages
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| The nebula is segular
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| On a cellular, on a regular
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| Last syllabyl of recorded time
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| Till death till doomsday Esham
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| I’m death, Mr. Fortuneteller watch me television peete my capella
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| Get fucked and get your groove back like Stella
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| And you ain’t even gotta go to Jamaica |