| And the Devil plays the synth on this one
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| Stick 'em, 86 'em with the kick drum
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| GDP remained honest and different
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| So the name ring bells like Donner and Blitzen
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| The cynicism, the sinister wisdom
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| Malicious opinions, depict harmful images
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| Delivered with deliberate precision
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| Living it, every single day, fam
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| In the van or in Lowe’s racking spray cans
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| I am, most reckless
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| Respected, inventive, relentless
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| Most depressed, impressive
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| Gettin' it like what the fuck y’all expected
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| … got reps, yes
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| With the PR stunts like elections
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| Mention Division East
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| Those my peeps like frosted marshmallow treats
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| With all our answers blowing in the wind
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| Motherfuckers spit out some shit they never did
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| I get it how I live: disorderly and pissed
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| Crews always saucy like baby back ribs
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| How your album sorta missed? |
| Cause you’re a faggot and a bitch
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| Hardly who you say you are in songs
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| Everybody wanna be a killer like «get at me, dog»
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| Just shitted on your lawn, really thick fog
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| Beef with me is a lot of beef by default
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| Geeked out, ski ball, tits out, beats raw
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| Ball 'til we fall
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| Going out West, South, East Orange
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| So there’s a lot of cops, but they ain’t doing nothing
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| But scholars still hustle
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| Shah come home like he never left, the streets don’t ever rest
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| Gangsters don’t change, it’s just their SIM card and alias
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| Out for wreck on blocks like the alphabet
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| My style hit the South like meth
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| Spraying Uzis in the clouds, obsessed
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| New Jersey come correct
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| Essex, don’t step without a rep |