| You ain't gotta tell me who you is, 'cause I've seen you before |
| Just a caricature of a person with love |
| Fuck your status, your standard, you're just a fraud who gon' answer |
| To your damn gossip, my banter, waved into the air while you scatter |
| Like a bunch of fucking roaches while I go shogun |
| Then I ghost Logan, punch a power Hulk, Hulk Hogan |
| With that grip, I'ma flip your bitch and then took some DMT |
| Like I'm Joe Rogan, breaking a paradigm so I can breathe |
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| Soldiers on the south side |
| Plotting on how we gonna fuck some shit up |
| Locked and loaded gauge on a mountain |
| We gon' spray and hit 'em all |
| Casualties ain't shit to me, I rip all humans piece by piece |
| Draining out every last drop of your blood |
| Then come Dracula 'bout to have a feast |
| Who the fuck was dumb enough to ever let me off my leash |
| Victims turn up unrecognizable at the very least |
| I'ma be a motherfuckin' demon till they bury me |
| Still be raising hella |
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| at the cemetery casually, fatality |
| 40 bucks |
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| host a tragedy |
| I gradually keep breaking down this circus |
| Psychopathically, they mad at me |
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