| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| stop me, stop me
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| Only nine grams in the back of my head will stop me
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| System - all-wheel drive
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| Hey white man, draw a conclusion (okay)
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| Yo, rap rave master
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| "Bang bang" in their mouths
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| The world is a myth
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| flow to beat
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| Style in plastic
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| "Tick-tock" - plastid
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| Passions boil
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| Deb to the rhythm
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| grove street
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| Cry!
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| The lights go out
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| Mr. Ball in Mrs. Luz
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| One step from G to pussy
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| They are fed shit - I'm aware
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| No thanks, don't choke on them
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| And I hear my blood flow
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| It's a damn brew
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| From place to bong
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| Grab a bit
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| But don't open your mouth
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| On my flow
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| On my block
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| Throat - Glock and I'm ready
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| Spit out three hundred bullets and show them blood and thunder
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| Inhale-exhale
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| I'm flying on a bitch
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| You sweat on otters
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| Lyova on the beat and shit to take away
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| My rhymes for your rappers to grow
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| Stop us!
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| stop me, stop me
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| I cannot be weak
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| The world won't accept me like this
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| The person inside of me
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| He lets out his last breath
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| Well, fuck off
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| I have always looked for ways
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| There are about three of them
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| And I don't see any
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| Bitch, don't play with money
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| Don't you know that I sold the halo?
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| Do you know what you are talking about?
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| And yes, I knew that my ex was a bullshit
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| She is not my mark
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| DNA is in her throat
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| So all my kids are there.
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| Bitch I need options
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| I feel pain and I take it with a pill (So aptly)
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| stop me, stop me
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| Call the Guinness Book of Records
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| Fresh trill incarnate without a single minus
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| I'll sell the shit I found in the Skittles pack
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| A new level in the development of dirty business
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| Now I'm like Qui-Gon Jinn (Hoo)
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| At OCBOG
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| The ziplock is full of shit (Huh)
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| Shmalim like Charlie Sheen
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| The bandit does not sleep - the bandit is vigilant
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| Arrows with him
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| And everyone has seen life
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| But my throat is still tickling
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| I drank a sea of lies
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| Hey white, pull up your pants
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| When Fludda enters the house (hey)
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| And the mower is always with him (hey)
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| After all, the bitch sat on a stump (hey)
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| All that was asked
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| Made in advance
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| I have demons
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| Where are they?
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| Climb! |
| (OK)
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| Sleeper awakened
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Not to satisfy hunger we wear our heads
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| Stop me, call an ambulance
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| stop me, stop me |