| See I’m a suicidal kid with no future
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| I’m quicker to bust your face with a baseball bat before I shoot ya
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| The Barbecue and brass monkey hittin' up the food truck
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| The I take my chick right back to the crib and straight to Kama Sutra
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| This Schema Posse bitch I don’t give a fuck about no hip shit
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| Now this that cruisin' down the highway gettin' dome pimp shit
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| With the big junt in your face, them 12's knockin' like the police
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| And best believe I’m worshippin' the Earth and listen to no priest mothafucka
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| Nah, this that you don’t really give a fuck about a thang shit
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| With the little bit the pimp
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| Ridin' solo in yo donk shit
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| I’m bringin' back that funk that make the devil wanna twist
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| We groovin' like it’s 1975, psychedelics in my piss
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| Nah, feel that liquor travelin' through you torso
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| And lay yo head back blow that smoke into the ozone
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| You sacrifice your soul for a cult and you don’t even know
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| If not for Alan Watts I woulda been dead a long time ago
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| Well bitch I never listen, pay attention to that hoe shit
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| Mothafuckas yappin' like a bitch but they don’t know shit
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| Crucify yo body then pretend I didn’t know
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| What I was really doin' plead insanity in court
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| Well bitch I never listen, pay attention to that hoe shit
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| Mothafuckas yappin' like a bitch but they don’t know shit
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| Crucify yo body then pretend I didn’t know
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| What I was really doin' plead insanity in court
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| Never the one to be one in believin' that one of my demons didn’t know I’m a
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| Heathen
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| Debatin' the meanin' of Genesis ready to die
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| Like a fuckin' swine
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| Keep on believin' a reason to murder the ones that don’t believe in believin'
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| I am the Anti-Christ I’m here to put an end to all them hopes you feedin'
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| Keep it G and mothafuck a Sunday morn in prison
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| Bitch I had it up to
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| Here
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| With all of that shit you Christen
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| Missin' me with your focus
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| If Hocus Pocus turn water to wine
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| Sounds like the wool is over your eyes
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| I don’t sympathize
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| But bitch I never listen, pay attention to that hoe shit
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| Mothafuckas yappin' like a bitch but they don’t know shit
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| Crucify yo body then pretend I didn’t know
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| What I was really doin' plead insanity in court
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| But bitch I never listen, pay attention to that hoe shit
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| Mothafuckas yappin' like a bitch but they don’t know shit
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| Crucify yo body then pretend I didn’t know
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| What I was really doin' plead insanity in court |