| Brothers of The Stone, bun the chronic Amnesia
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| I can’t remember shit like I suffer from dementia
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| I spit so many teeth at this tune I’ll need the denture
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| Who’s the biggest dick I’ll find out the main contender
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| Trust me now blood you need to shh the fuck up
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| Savour the flavour like burning the vanilla kush up
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| I’ll face any challenger lacking in stamina
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| Watch you bitch rappers dress up for the fucking camera
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| Sold this shit with clarity like the lens of a Nikon
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| Can’t fuck with me Ill cause every track we’re fucking sick on
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| Think we’re gonna back out? |
| Get smacked out, cos you’re dead wrong
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| My deep lung hits every time over the ice bong
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| I can’t get that (???) Cause I’m always drowsy
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| I hate my fucking life cause being poor is lowsy
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| Your eyes are looking cloudy, blinded by the cataracts
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| It’s that drunk erratic kid swinging his battle axe
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| WHAT THE FUCK!!!
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| What the fuck?! |
| x3
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| What the fuck ya’ll coming for?
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| Get the fuck away from my dope!
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| Your end like the raw tide, the fountain of knowledge trips fluoride
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| Seeing girls slide when dealt with all pride
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| The warped mind, scared of sunshine
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| Plus the bent spine, let him hear a sample one time
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| Then I shit mine, make it bang like the atom
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| Hits coming round like a chainful reaction
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| Bars tight like cocaine packed in cling film
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| Wrapped up for this team coach captain
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| Looking for the reaction
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| You shit yourself like a muscle relaxant
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| Jealousy is all it is, when you really go ask him
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| But with love comes hate, forgive those who take
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| The one with the open mind will control his fate
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| Yo, I play the game wise while they severe ties
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| Waiting to attack for seven days in the digi lines
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| You’re a bitch in disguise, following stars in your eyes
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| No lines for the youth like cuttin' ketamine supplies
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| What the fuck?! |
| x3
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| What the fuck ya’ll coming for?
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| Get the fuck away from my dope! |