| Sing a happy tune
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| The boy that cried through you
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| We live the pictures that have come to past
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| And now you stand alone, love is lost and blown
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| And we are flesh and blood the sinner…
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| Her rhyme seem certain my mind sometime is bizarre
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| I write lines wizzerts, no money no cure
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| It’s slow but sure when I go they’ll know Montanas observant arghh arghh
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| My whip automatic, my guns automatic
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| Back shots then I get the head automatic, (Oooo weee)
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| Send her home bare footed grizzly skin gators homie I’m bare footed
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| I hear your heartbeat beat, yous a…
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| I’m the corner block pot holes concrete
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| Hate us or not we invaded the block skin skulls and totems gators and crocs
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| Time has stopped before us
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| The sky cannot ignore us
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| No one can separate us
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| For we are all that is
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| In the sound of the water dripping down from the ceiling to the bucket
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| Where I’m cleaning my guns to go kill em
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| Sunshine, rain pour, massacre chainsaw
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| And I don’t want your money you know what I came for
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| You niggas make your moves
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| I’ll erase your move they want me shackled up in segregation unit
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| But I was born to fly Montana certified
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| In case you’re under a rock, you never heard of I
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| Who did the I’m the boss
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| They call me the nuclear holocaust
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| We got planners this thick…
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| I met your bell like ding dong banana clip
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| Go ahead and play King Kong, your head will split
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| Now the kingdom comes, crushing down and down
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| And I am master of nothing… hahahaha
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| Coke
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| Ahhh |