| I can say my brain balled out
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| Got a staged rubbed out
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| And a day in a clubhouse
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| With a bed getting her brain fucked out
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| Getting some brain till I’m getting the thing sucked out
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| I need to be caged up
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| It ain’t safe enough to be in the same place
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| When I hate your guts
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| And I break it up and drain it in a paper cup
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| And chase it with angel dust and make my lunch
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| I hang my nuts way up ‘ow
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| Strangle ya neck till your brains come out
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| Then I pray that the stain comes out
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| But it can’t so it looking like Banksy with his paint brush out
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| They saying prayer can save us, how?
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| We the reason that your chains tucked now
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| Can’t come round or get laid up found
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| Been off the leash too far
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| For me to peek guns made uptown
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| I cop way uptown, break up pound
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| I’m turning my weed way up loud (say what)
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| Stay up in the cloud, can’t come down
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| My chopper can make a plane come down
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| Fake fuck how you taking the same thug route
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| Till them handcuffs out
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| You taking a stand, I’m taking a stand up route
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| Then I stand up and touch ground
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| Cause a man more stand up down
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| From the bottom fuck around and shot him
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| They told me to hit him, I did it, I get it, I got him
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| Then hit him, then split him, get rid of the spirit inside him (wow)
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| I’m in an asylum I figured I’d fit in the bottom
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| Niggas be killers, guerillas niggas, sinners and robbers
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| Not with Michelle Obama, Clinton Hillary Rodham write ‘em
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| Nigga I live in the bottom, what’s the problem
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| You pop shit on if you want a condom
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| What all ya’ll are believe (y'all are believe in)
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| I’m all so dirty (dirty)
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| Ya’ll can’t alter my dream, but a washing machine
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| But my laundry’s the cleanest (fresh)
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| They’re coming down for a reason (reason)
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| I form an allegiance with robbers and heathens (heathens)
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| I’m like a farmer with seeds
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| When I water the garden of Eden with all of my semen
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| I’m the father of demons (demons)
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| Destroy all your agreements (‘agreements)
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| I’m the Lord of the fleas I’m the cause of disease
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| And I took all the pieces and crossbreed it
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| I’m all evil, I’m taking your heart, full repo, carlito, we all illegal
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| My alter ego already alter my ego
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| I already talked to Torpedo
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| He was Lord of my ego
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| I’m tossing the bomb (bomb) across your peep hoe
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| Knock knock nigga, who’s there, pop pop nigga
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| Lawd, somebody betta pray fe dem pussyclaat
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| Somebody betta rave, chopper, chopper MJ
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| Kno' seh mI a pay when God send me
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| Murderer, murderer
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| Murderer, murderer
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| Yow, murderer
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| I’m not the sanest, who dey, yeah who say
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| My momma shoulda killed me at birth
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| And put a hole inside my toupee
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| Lunch time bitch, your favorite rapper just souffle
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| They can’t ‘Kick, Push' like Lupe
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| I strangle a man with my hands or a shoelace
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| Throw rosin and promethazine inside my kool-aid
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| Touche walk fifty, give a nigga the two blades
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| I give niggas a new face, killa spirit renovative I put the soul in a new place
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| Get fellatio while a nigga playin 2K
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| She gon' suffocate and come up for air with a blue face
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| That’s why I call a bitch Smurfette
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| Don’t be the fucking tough guy and get your shirt wet
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| I’m so high and I ain’t even left earth yet
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| Fuck purp bitch, I’d rather pop percocet
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| A nervous wreck in a turtleneck
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| The fucking school yard bully never gave a nerd no respect
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| Gun slinging like a hurdle text
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| The scary next door neighbor in the hood that wanna hurt his pets
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| Grafh like «show those bitches niggas how to rap.»
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| I came out the fucking guillotine without a strong
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| I kill a platoon in war without a gat
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| Barbarian, I pulled a fucking sword out of his back
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| The flow sick but I’m fine
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| I made Adolf Hitler mix with Einstein
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| The weed so strong, feel like I’m dying
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| I poison the fucking track like iodine
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| Mr Bitten Hoe, I’ve been ill since the embryo
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| I put an imbeciles heart in a motherfucking envelope
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| State your claim bitch
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| Hand around the rap game throat till the bitch choke
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| Lawd, somebody betta pray fe dem pussyclaat
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| Somebody betta rave, chopper, chopper MJ
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| Kno' seh mI a pay when God send fe me
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| Murderer, murderer
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| Murderer, murderer
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| Yow, murderer |