| Wanna murder everybody, I want your death more than money
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| You talkin' that shit, ain’t nothing funny, turn that bitch to a mummy
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| Hoe suckin' my dick, she thinks she loves me, yeah, I feel like I’m Ted Bundy
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| We in the back, fuckin' like it’s rugby, took it too far, now we grungy
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| God creates, I cremate, smoked your ass like it’s chronic
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| Gun in your face, meet your fate, call me the plague I’m bubonic
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| Ho, go away, Imma stay, look like I’m straight out a comic book (Bitch)
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| Glasses on like Kidman, got two Glocks and I’m on the look
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| Put yourself in my shoes, you gon' have to pick and choose
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| Making one false move, and you gon' end on the vening news
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| You messd up your ones and twos, mangled up, you paid your dues
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| Don’t fuck up again, I’ll have some holes I need to put in you
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| I don’t like to wait (Please, sir, just wait a minute!)
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| If you make me wait another minute, grab your throat and smack your face
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| I call that shit a dinner date (Oh, a date?)
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| I-I made you eat some shit, I barely paid, I got my way, and left the state
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| Wanna murder everybody, I want your death more than money
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| You talkin' that shit, ain’t nothing funny, turn that bitch to a mummy
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| Hoe suckin' my dick, she thinks she loves me, yeah, I feel like I’m Ted Bundy
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| We in the back, fuckin' like it’s rugby, took it too far, now we grungy
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| Wanna murder everybody, I want your death more than money
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| You talkin' that shit, ain’t nothing funny, turn that bitch to a mummy Hoe
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| suckin' my dick, she thinks she loves me, yeah, I feel like I’m Ted Bundy
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| We in the back, fuckin' like it’s rugby, took it too far, now we grungy |