| They searching for clues
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| They murdered on who
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| You’ll find the crime but never find my body
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| They kill me in dreams
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| Scheme on me in sleep
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| Thinking you’ll break him better wake up apologizing…
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| This ain’t no game… magician is flicking flame, & him is a bit deranged,
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| & since we’re givin the richest shit we’ve ever spit it’s aimed to entertain,
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| enervated vagrants giving fatals when you haters, attempt to raid us
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| Beat… from the mind of Tizzy
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| Blinked… & you might’ve missed me
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| Expedient speed demon, screaming heat from my street legal, weed reeking steed,
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| we made a pact, she gets me from A To Z, & I feed her with gasoline, then …
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| steal off down 20, cutting the wheel I’m running, they hunting, the squeal of
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| squad cars coming, feeling like y’all caint out run me
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| Gin rummy taught me some strategies when I was young & I use em with malice to
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| tackle all your faculties, .cunt
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| Stippling, dot dot dot, make a rippling effect when I jot hot bars,
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| I’m givin em my neck to check if they’re legit or if they just …
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| talk all hard, orifice is sore from the pouring of gore out of my jaw unlocked,
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| & I’m confidant of god y’all & I promised god I would not get dropped…
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| So it’s sinful… bad mother fucker with a pen pencil cylindrical utensil
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| anything’ll do just needing to be cleansed, you’ll, notice exposed are his
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| juxtaposed little fuckin quotes, quandary quickly conquers me when the quality
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| of my songs is content of talks in the darkest of halls & oh, just to keep it
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| kosher please don’t elope with the homeward soldier, boast til you choke on
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| your words & stroke on me slow you hoe
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| You had me bodied but didn’t you know I’m more than skin & bone?
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| You got me bodied, analyzing all I say, just to throw it in my face
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| You got me bodied, phantoms in the dark hallway, but my body isn’t me (x2)
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| They searching for clues
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| They murdered on who
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| You’ll find the crime but never find my body
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| They kill me in dreams
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| Scheme on me in sleep
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| .scheme on me in sleep
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| (You got me bodied, analyzing all I say, just to throw it in my face
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| You got me bodied, phantoms in the dark hallway.) |