| Yeah
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| I’m makin' hits like the rays
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| And there’s not a thing you can say
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| I’m takin' this putrid game
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| And I’m fuckin' tunin' the way that you hear this music
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| It may just make you confusin', but please
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| Understand I do what I may
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| And not even you would complain
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| I look to God but I’m not always sacrilegious
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| You got me feelin' as naughty as Cosby
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| When he was smackin' them bitches
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| If I was actually givin' a flyin' fuck, I would give it
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| But I think my body is stoppin'
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| A heart attack is in minutes
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| I’m feelin' lots of negativity
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| There’s a lot people lookin' at me
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| Like I’m kinda nuts in the head, well who said I couldn’t be?
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| Maybe I’m just kinda losing it
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| People shovin' and pushin' me
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| And that’s when I get pissed and I bottle up the anger and let it
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| (Hook)
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| Bang
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| With the shit that’s in your brain
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| No more hidin' now, no games
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| Let it all out and just say it
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| Let it bang
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| Show ‘em all that you never playin'
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| And if they all don’t feel your pain
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| Then you better load up and aim
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| And let it bang
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| Yo I gotta be on top to see the spot for me, I’m top three in the lottery, (aye)
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| Stoppin' me is obviously a mockery, plottin' seems you not agree, (yeah)
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| This game is not a job for me
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| It outta be the greatest thing apart of me
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| Kinda like pottery, an art to me
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| So follow me and copy me in harmony, (bitch)
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| I’m up in a rage
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| Like a lunatic on the verge of insane
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| Got a mother fuckin' dictionary buried inside of my brain
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| You don’t want me flippin' the page
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| On anybody tryna spit on my grave
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| It’s pitiful, bitches make minimum wage
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| Ridiculous talkin' that shit on my name
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| I’m a national treasure like Nicholas Cage
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| I’m back with a different approach
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| No longer needed to break my bones to make you happy
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| ‘Cause after this, you can suck a dick
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| I’m out on my own
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| ‘Cause that’s all she wrote
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| No mother fuckers ever really gonna get to me
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| I’m better than you know
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| But I’m not gonna let it all go
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| I’m just gonna load this microphone up and let it
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| (Hook)
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| Bang
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| With the shit that’s in your brain
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| No more hidin' now, no games
|
| Let it all out and just say it
|
| Let it bang
|
| Show ‘em all that you never playin'
|
| And if they all don’t feel your pain
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| Then you better load up and aim
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| And let it bang
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| Hold up
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| Let that shit right out of your head, I won’t
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| Fold up
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| When there’s something I have said, I’m like
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| Hold up
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| I can’t lay this shit bed, ‘cause I get
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| Rolled up
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| In all the shit that I’ve been fed, and I’m like
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| Hold up
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| I don’t care what you have said
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| All these rumors and these threats
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| Never leavin' me upset, and like I’m
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| Hold up
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| You don’t know what I have did
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| Just to make it in this bitch
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| And I would do this all again because
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| Fuck the world and get an STD
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| I’ll be DVD’ed on your TV screen
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| I’m an evil gen-ius
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| You mother fuckers better believe what y’all see in me
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| If I need to be a little creepy, please
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| I’ll do whatever it takes just like TMZ
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| And if you really wanna get a fuckin' piece of me
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| You can’t tame me, I’m not your P-E-T, I’m just
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| A little bit psychotic, yeah
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| Demonic? |
| maybe, I don’t know, why?
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| You really wanna know if I’m crazy?
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| Didn’t I explain that shit on the other side
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| Of this album, fuck, who cares
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| I guess we all get little bit nuts sometimes
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| But if I hear that chainsaw go (vrin vrin)
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| Then you better know it’s time, ‘cause
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| I’m not no specialist
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| But in hip hop I like perfectionists
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| Meaning if there’s something you need to say, then you say it
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| No matter how complex it is
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| It’s like the Exorcist
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| This demon in me just wants to see if he’s meant for this
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| I got an extra clip
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| In case a mother fucker wanna go and fuck with me
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| I’ll load up and I’ll let it
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| (Hook)
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| Bang
|
| With the shit that’s in your brain
|
| No more hidin' now, no games
|
| Let it all out and just say it
|
| Let it bang
|
| Show ‘em all that you never playin'
|
| And if they all don’t feel your pain
|
| Then you better load up and aim
|
| And let it bang
|
| With the shit that’s in your brain
|
| No more hidin' now, no games
|
| Let it all out and just say it
|
| Let it bang
|
| Show ‘em all that you never playin'
|
| And if they all don’t feel your pain
|
| Then you better load up and aim
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| And let it bang |