| Return your motherfucking soul before my next blunt gets rolled
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| I eat you motherfuckers whole before the blood gets cold
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| Truth be told you talk like you two years old
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| Same shit you wanna hold like the purest of gold
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| When my rhyme begins everything that’s on your mind ends
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| Eat slime from the vines like vitamins
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| Every message from Allah’s like medicine
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| Everyone of them could purify the Devil’s sins
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| Fucking fool, you probably flunked preschool
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| We ain’t equals, I ain’t readable
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| You’re one step above your own mother feeding you
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| Unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal
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| You couldn’t get this high without a fucking needle
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| And a fucking supply to fry three people
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| Motherfuckers deserve their ugly ass heads hung
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| Only good fucking devils are dead ones
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| I got nothing but hate for you fakes that be all in my face
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| For your snakes that’s invading my space
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| Nothings ever gonna ease my head except seeing you dead
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| Can’t sleep till you niggas is dead
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| There’s nothing but hate for you fakes that be all in my face
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| Jealous niggas be wanting my place
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| And I won’t eat until you motherfuckers is dead
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| Can’t sleep till you niggas is dead
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| I’m busting right at the priests, fuck your white Jesus
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| You’re blinded by the light of deceivers and disbelievers
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| The real truth right in front of you
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| I am everyone and none of you, I gave my only begotten son to you
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| Return to Earth as a person
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| Only to see you mouse niggas running from the serpent
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| Blind and dumb, I’m rhyming till the Devil’s rule is done
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| Allah see’s a liar and a fool as one
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| Raise your holy flag, put me near the President’s craft
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| I’ll be riding to Iran with his head in a bag
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| Niggas know it’s on till you dead and done with
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| Your head’s hunted till I’m signing your death warrant
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| Holding myself down on the black side
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| Y’all stay on that side, I’m a piece of God magnified
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| Fucking truth never needs to be advertised
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| You could learn fucking that one in the afterlife
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| The power that I hold in my hand could fold a frying pan
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| The air and sand do as I command
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| And if i want the night to last across the sky mass
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| The clouds won’t even allow light to pass
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| My crew cleave alien loops inside grass
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| Roll trees and dutch masks, loot some brass
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| A must have like my dagger and cloak
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| And red streaks of blood on my white lab coat
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| A virgin thirst ____ to give her first poke
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| She crept over to my crib after church broke
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| Since, we ain’t spoke but I hit it dumb ways
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| The unsaved, some days I don’t bathe
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| Unphased by the light, the scorching flame
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| Tears form from the ice dripping off your brain
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| Even if you cry it won’t soften the pain
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| Your heart is dead, you should go and get your coffin framed |