| Well that’s fucked up, and this fucked up
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| And it’s fucked up as the world is turning
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| I woke up, then she woke up
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| As we smoked aloud, the blunt kept burning
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| Yeah, life ain’t fair, you know they don’t care
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| They shoot you in your face with your hands in the air
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| Now that’s fucked up, you know that’s fucked up
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| But don’t nobody care if you’re in trouble
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| Yeah cops ain’t comin', in them streets them rats runnin'
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| Gotta set them traps on 'em with the rat-a-tat-tat drummin'
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| Clean your fuckin' plumbin' with the pipe like a plunger
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| 'Cause the whole wide world is clogged up
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| Yeah I love guns, and she love guns
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| And we love guns, 'cause we are all Americans
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| USA is where I’m from
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| And we don’t cast reflections
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| Bitch, I’m Blackular spectatular
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| Flippin' hoes off my dick like a spatula
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| Niggas still bitin' my vernacular
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| But they can’t
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| Jump into the Blackmobile with black steel
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| One shot, one kill, no luck, all skill
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| You lost me trying to cross me
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| Now me and your divorcee playin' giddy up horsey
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| She told me to hit it from the back
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| So I beat that bitch with a bat
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| That’s the way I turn into a bat
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| That’s the way I turn into a bat
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| Dead with her legs up and on her back
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| This is why I call it acid rap
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| 'Cause I beat the fuck out the pussy cat
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| I beat the fuck out the pussy cat |