| I got demons in my DNA
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| That’s why everyday I’m on that PMA
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| Come at me and end up DOA
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| All my friends are shooters, homie, we no play
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| Yeah
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| This is anarchy with more strategic perjury
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| Brace yourself for impact, orthopedic surgery
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| Making up for lost time, now I move with urgency
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| You don’t want to cross the line, Vancouver emergency
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| Woah, snap like I’m Satan, spit it blatantly
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| My head is full of crazy ideas, there’s no more vacancy
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| Didn’t reach my pinnacle, lunar eclipse was minimal
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| All my lines are linear, lunatics in my lineage
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| Guardian of the Galaxy, a space raccoon
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| Face tattoo, Gucci plates and place mats too
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| Lots of mirrors in the crib, it makes me face facts too
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| But I’ve got memories that I don’t like to trace back to
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| Ugh
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| I got demons in my DNA
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| That’s why everyday I’m on that PMA
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| Come at me and end up DOA
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| All my friends are shooters, homie, we no play
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| Point, fuck around and you gon' need six pumpers
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| Will scream it in my head, above bangs
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| Shave my head, I’ma fuckin' ba-ba-bang
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| Shoot 'em for the great white shark in a small quale
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| Oh, you make a song a day? |
| That would explain a lot
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| Too many empty freight cars in your train of thought
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| Life is complicated with a lot of crazy moving parts
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| Only like a girl if she’s quiet when the movie starts
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| Too assassinate again is still an active dream
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| Kill your character but I’ll need an extraction team
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| My operation in progress, my occupation is spazzing
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| your occupation, that’s an occupational hazard
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| Mad’s a victim of worrying, Mad’s addicted to hurrying
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| Mad is wickedly furiously, be meticulously scurrying
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| Scrambling around to pick the pieces of the puzzle up
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| Put it back together, get the picture, get my hustle up
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| I got demons in my DNA
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| That’s why everyday I’m on that PMA
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| Come at me and end up DOA
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| All my friends are shooters, homie, we no play |