| Yo, Now that I’m sober surprises are over
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| But the tribe full of overly rivalrous ogres
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| A tiger in loafers with drive of a chauffeur
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| All my real warriors survival of soldiers!
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| Biceps and shoulders in sizes of boulders
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| Ice running through my veins, my eyes even colder
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| I like a bitch with a bangin' ass and fatty tissue
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| Small waist perfect tits and some daddy issues!
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| I got a new bitch south salvadorian
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| Ridin' shotgun in this new black DeLorean
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| It’s back to the future, I don’t act accordingly
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| I snatch words out of the air and think distortedly!
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| A real man grabs his testicles often
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| I’mma be cool forever like I’m Christopher Walken!
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| I think you get the gist to my talking
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| I’m a falcon flipping shit like I’m a mystical dolphin!
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| This is not a good time to lose my mind
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| This ain’t a good time to fall behind
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| Pick up the pieces one more try
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| I don’t think this is time for me to say goodbye
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| This is not a good time to lose my mind
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| It’s not a good time to fall behind
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| Pick up the pieces one more try
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| I don’t think this is time for me to say goodbye
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| Sometimes doing cameo is a difficult endorsement
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| Especially when my verses are a biblical proportion
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| I’m extraordinary you are extra ordinary
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| Try to drop a weight on my shoulders but still got more to carry
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| These fuckboys asking me to pass a torch I carry?
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| Lost souls like a tortured scary mortuary
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| More the merrier, son em' like some orphan fairies
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| That’s a new Lamborghini to a horse and carriage
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| It’s embarrassing my passion it is bone deep
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| A bright green eyed white wolf to this clone sheep
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| Yeah it’s true if you don’t work you don’t eat
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| But I’m doing more than eating now, so don’t sleep!
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| Listen buddy could get messy cause I mangle
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| Not a rapper, I’m a cocky little vessel full of anger!
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| Superiority makes me a desolate stranger
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| Plus I’m crazy motherfucker like I’m touched by the angels!
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| This is not a good time to lose my mind
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| This ain’t a good time to fall behind
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| Pick up the pieces one more try
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| I don’t think this is time for me to say goodbye
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| This ain’t a good time to lose my mind
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| This ain’t a good time to fall behind
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| Pick up the pieces one more try
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| I don’t think this is time for me to say goodbye
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| Look I was born off my rocker with fangs and a chopper
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| Found in the youth doin' laps and some vodka
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| Now I’m grown up hiding guns in a locker
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| Mask and some keys, it’s the phantom of the opera
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| Blunt smokin', I’m potent and I mean
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| Your skull closin' if I flex like Hulk Hogan
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| Nose broken if I feel that you provoking
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| In slow motion Commentary by Joe Rogan
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| You can’t cage what you can’t gage
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| You ever seen a psychopath on a rampage?
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| I catch a rapper in the cut like a band-aid
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| Then push his head into a motherfucking fan blade. |
| chop it up
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| Switch flows, I’m rollin' with sicko’s
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| I’m from the sixty shows, I’m on a mission, doe
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| I mean I poisoned the princess and slaughtered the king
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| A hundred thousand warriors swarmin' at the sound of a ring, Driiingg
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| This is not a good time to lose my mind
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| This ain’t a good time to fall behind
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| Pick up the pieces one more try
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| I don’t think this is time for me to say goodbye
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| This ain’t a good time to lose my mind
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| This ain’t a good time to fall behind
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| Pick up the pieces one more try
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| I don’t think this is time for me to say goodbye |