| I might fuck some bodies up
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| You’re a fucking Jigglypuff
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| I done fucked your city up
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| I pull up and get it buck
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| You can never call me out
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| Shove me out
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| You ain’t got no fucking sword
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| I swear ur a fucking punk
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| Pull up to your fucking block
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| Pussyboy might call the cops
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| You should trace your steps man
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| You know that the block is hot
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| Pull up, now we dead boys
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| I can’t do with lad, boy
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| Buffet boys the set, boy
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| You should try your best, boy
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| Suicidal fucking clique
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| Global gang we gettin' rich
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| I just shot some hoops with $lick
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| Triple, double, no it’s six
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| Ruby sing a symphony
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| Now I feel like Mozart
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| You some fucking toast squad
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| You a fucking poptart
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| Gang, gang, gang
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| We move in rotation
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| This whole world’s fake
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| So it’s fuck the population
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| Bitch you ain’t adjecent
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| I was born like Jason
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| Dont need no identity
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| Just stick me in the pavement
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| Cause I look like Matt Damon
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| You just want to be famous
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| I can tell you sucks boy
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| You might need a
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| I might fuck somebody’s up
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| You’re a fucking chilly
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| I done fucked your city up
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| I pull up and get it buck |