| Your death just went viral
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| High hopes, she gon' scream and hit a high note
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| With my rifle, only scream, «Fuck the Five-0»
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| On a cycle, I could do this with my eyes closed (Yeah)
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| I ain’t givin' up, bitch, I’m really in it (Really)
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| Pockets too damn swole, I can fit a midget
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| You got me fucked up, now I’m really livid (Fuck you)
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| Put you in this blunt if you really with it (Bitch)
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| Spit, piss and blood on my t-shirt (Yeah)
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| I be bitin' down 'til my motherfuckin' teeth hurt (Yeah)
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| Bitch, bow down 'til the wrinkles on your knees hurt (Yeah, yeah)
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| Look around now, have a motherfuckin' seizure (Oh, yeah)
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| Pi-Piped up, might bring out my heater
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| Like charcoal, left it all to the freezer
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| Get away from me, trigger-happy, my finger
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| Can’t hide from me 'cause the shadows, I linger
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| Captain Jack Sparrow, take your shit, can’t get it back (Get it back)
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| I’ma fuck that bitch but only when the ass is fat (Yeah, fat)
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| Leave her bloody red because I’m into that (Bitch)
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| Bitch, you only tough over the Internet (Yeah, yeah)
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| Your death just went viral
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| High hopes, she gon' scream and hit a high note
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| With my rifle, only scream, «Fuck the Five-0»
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| On a cycle, I could do this with my eyes closed (Yeah) |