| With a pair of blind eyes that keep watching me
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| And it’s the hour glass that keeps clocking me
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| My souls on fire I can’t stop the speed
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| Swear to got not cause I just popped a V
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| See y’all thought I was gonna dumb it down didn’t you
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| That’s what the fuck you get for thinking pitiful
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| Stupid motherfuckers they coming a dime a dozen
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| And they’ll get shot in the face fuck it I’m buzzin'
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| Ok enough of the gun talk never carry the piece
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| But I do the devil’s work yeah I carry the beast
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| In the pit of my stomach I plummet and don’t scream
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| Leave em black or behind sorta a smokescreen
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| J Dean, a changed name, doing the King Kong
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| Punching motherfuckers for squeezing them girl jeans on
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| We on six to the third power my foe
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| Don’t ask what I’m getting at I think you already know
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| The caliber I’m on is just un-fuckwithable
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| Teeth rotting out of my face its just pitiful
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| My batteries go green I’m grinding the lead hops
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| Fresh outa her blood and climbed in the bed with
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| Shoulder upon shoulder of the evil
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| If it had gone get it with it comes with the people
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| The pains invigorating the rush settles
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| And the blood from the body of Donny gonna rust metal
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| I’m gonna take this god dam spoon and get inside you
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| Without sharpening it first nuts baby
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| I gotta see what you’re made of
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| And when I find out what that is
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| I gotta know what it tastes like
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| I read its brake lights or late nights
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| Got a bag in the trunk and it’s full of steak knives
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| My girlfriend sleeps all of the time in the same position
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| Without a peep look at her fake eyes
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| No wonder why the weapon was made of ice whatever
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| What a wonderful way to say goodbye forever
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| Nothing ever smoked I left for the J’s
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| And I can’t imagine us going our separate ways |