| We’re back, motherfucker
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| So everybody can suck it
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| Dig a hole through your skull
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| Like I was trying to fuck it
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| I’ll DeeBo your chain
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| So RuPaul and tuck it
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| Everybody’s nobody
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| We’re all crabs in a bucket
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| Man, Fuck 'em, raw dog
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| On their period, passed out
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| Put pins in him
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| Stick my dick in a fat mouth
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| Im black hearted
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| My black card is maxed out
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| Y’all can’t see me
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| I’m wet blood on a black couch
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| I lash out
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| Rebellin' fellin' my plans
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| Smacking fire outta y’all
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| Like I was holding Hell in my hands
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| (Uh) You got dirt on me
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| Go and tell it, my mans
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| But when I rebuttal
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| Y’all ain’t gon' know what the hell I’m saying
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| Flows is Moses
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| I spit and parted the waves
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| Do you wanna play a part
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| Or be a part of the play, pussy
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| We can act holy
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| And I’ll be the reverend
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| But a nun is getting the 49 311
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| I’m inhaling chronic and
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| I’m in Hell in my head
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| I’m in love, head over heels
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| But who’s in my bed
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| Sleeping
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| I need TOC but I don’t get it
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| I’m creeping
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| Could you be, so kind to shut the fuck up
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| When I’m speaking
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| I’m peeking
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| 'Round corners like Shaggy on his tiptoes
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| Telling them, take two in the ass
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| Like a bitch hoes
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| Don’t wanna holla
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| I prolly polly but I’mma
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| Be sure she can get it wet
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| Kinda like Belladonna
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| (Hook)
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| I burn up enough tree
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| I’m high enough to touch, weather
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| I pray for overcast
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| There ain’t nothing much better
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| My destiny is Jackson
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| Half the waist and plus leather
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| They wanna see me dead
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| Okay its, WTF Ever
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| Really, really
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| Its WTF Ever
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| They call me a softie
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| A fluffy duck feather
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| I’m talented, they mad as shit
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| I let my nuts tether
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| They wanna see me dead
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| Okay its WTF Ever
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| They calling me Black Hitter
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| I murder them undercover
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| My sidekick is ancient
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| Darker than Danny Glover
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| They need relief
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| I figure I’ll let 'em suffer
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| Life is a bitch
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| Why should I fuck her like I don’t love her?
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| I am utter-ly having
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| A cow now how
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| But I’ll fuck her then panty raiding
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| And this pow wow
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| How dare he, try to play us
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| Like mice for the cheese
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| Well-mannered
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| I’ll refrain for y’all niggas, please
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| Pardon me, I’m parasitic
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| And y’all suck
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| Lounging while looking up in the sky
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| And I’m feeling close to the starstruck
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| My punchlines are uppercuts
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| If’n y’all duck
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| Trying to cop a feel while you chickens
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| Lifting your bra up
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| It’s Planet Terror
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| I’ll put your nuts in a jar, What?!
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| Dance jigs on 'em, Im coming
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| And leaving them sawed up
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| Somebody give me the pen
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| Let’s get it in
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| Im about to piss him off
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| Once I take a shit on his chin
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| (Hook)
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| I am bananas, going apeshit
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| Gorillas in the mix
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| Monkeying around
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| Rocking with a razor to his wrist
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| Sporting an iron curtain
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| In a concrete jungle
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| With nerves made of steel
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| I’m on the up and up, humble
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| Heavy handed, half-hearted
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| Head in the clouds
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| I’ll buck and leave a couple fans
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| Dead in the crowd
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| They want an encore
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| Somebody told 'em
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| My flow is Darfur
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| Rotten to the root
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| Everybody wanna be hardcore
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| Got a little gwap, That’s Strange
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| Lookit, I want more
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| Patch a pack of plain white tees
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| When I was on tour
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| Killer city cannibal
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| Catching a cannonball
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| Sipping Caribou Lou
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| After I swallow an Adderall
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| Had 'em all, up in arms looking
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| Let go, it’s over thee
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| I’m too dumb to let any motherfucker
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| Jump over me
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| Hold your rosary, rolling over cold
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| As a polar B-
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| E-A-R, CES getting paper
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| With potent poetry
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| (Hook) |