| I don’t care if your friends think i’m a joke
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| You can see me on the news wearing a cloak
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| While you snort coke
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| And poke at your own wounds
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| My people are dancin
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| To the beat of there own tune
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| And im on the moon
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| Looking at mars from across the room
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| And hes like «kill that bitch
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| Oh wait she’s already dead»
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| She ain’t a snitch no more
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| Stainin the ground red
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| You know that i found-ed
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| And begin to pound it
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| And the hoe that i have mounted
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| Even in the ground i really can’t help it
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| Im a little bit selfish
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| So i brought her along im helpless
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| Was it everything you expected you get when injected with embalming fluid
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| Guts resurected
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| Here goes the errection
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| The acension of 666
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| For the devil bitch
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| 7 for the heaven when i got the itch for jesus
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| Hate is enough
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| My harem only grows when im rough
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| Call tech N9ne tell him bout my dead girl stuff
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| Ten ways that we can kill this pace
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| Ive had enough
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| (2x's Chorus)
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| Dead girls don’t say
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| Dead girls don’t say
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| Dead girls don’t say
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| NO NO NO
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| I butter my toast with the dirt from her blood stream
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| Utter no words look up the dress of a blood queen
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| Obscene with a canteen spilled
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| Keep my canteen filled
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| With the marrow of a pharoe as they stamped still
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| Embarks on a hole
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| Gathering up the body parts slow
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| Repo genetic operation on hotties thats cold
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| People pay top dollar
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| To get hot and bothered
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| Now drop wallet
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| Animalistic by nature she fiends for the collar
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| Around her neck i pound and wreck
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| She fiend for a scholar
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| Checkin for an answer for the phase she has no mean for the dollar
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| I get her wet
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| Wait
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| Lubricate
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| Hold her head so she can watch (?)
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| Its saturday night and im tripping she ain’t hit rigor mortis yet
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| For this matter im slippin cuz we ain’t hit the border
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| Order these things you can’t dream of im hostile
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| We’re awful and i still ate her body like a falafel |