| Now if it’s gonna rain, ima stand out in the thunder
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| If it’s gonna end
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| Ima be one to remember
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| If it’s gonna be pain
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| It’ll be more than a punch up
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| If you think I’m insane
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| You’d be sure to more than wonder
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| Look me in my face
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| Tell me are you ready yet cuz
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| I’m bout to make the place explode and get all messed up
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| A sespit yes breakfast is
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| And plenty extra
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| Anyone who’s comin
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| Needs about 11 10 drugs
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| Seven weapons and anything that we can get head from
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| I’m lettin off fireworks at the faces when the feds come
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| I’m gettin completely off my face
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| Where’s my kez gone
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| This shit is not healthy god help me I know I’m dead wrong
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| But I been on my best
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| What bed rockin like my head top
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| My next stop
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| Is hell whenever I get there but let’s not get too carried away carry my face
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| until you catch on
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| A boiling cauldron of involvement
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| Cold and sinister
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| Its over flowing hopeless hope
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| But no ones listening now
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| The ends approaching just show me roses and lift it up
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| And now your guns against my head stop fucking blowing my mind
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| Several shadows evolving madness is broken
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| I see lightening bolts n fire the whole thing is nigh approaching
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| Causing pandemonium stand alone n fight if it hopeless then hopeless
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| We ain’t shook either way we ride till it’s over
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| Penny down a wishing well wishing for better days
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| Centre stage with rage
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| See two faces never the same
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| Two faced snakes we loose haste at new names
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| It’s too late mate you ain’t safe best you take
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| A runnin jump
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| You fucking mug
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| Double up on the wonder dust
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| Thunder round the place looking hungry don’t wana fuck with us
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| Looking for the party with drugs and bitches that love to fuck
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| The end is coming and I’m tryina end it buzzin
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| Run with us
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| Middle finger to the man and anybody backing him
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| A pack of savages runnin loose we want it were Avin it
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| Coz I will not hear no more bullshit you feed us
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| I’m focused on knowledge and bitches and freedom
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| A boiling cauldron of involvement
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| Cold and sinister
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| Its over flowing hopeless hope
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| But no ones listening now
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| The ends approaching just show me roses and lift it up
|
| And now your guns against my head stop fucking blowing my mind
|
| A boiling cauldron of involvement
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| Cold and sinister
|
| Its over flowing hopeless hope
|
| But no ones listening now
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| The ends approaching just show me roses and lift it up
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| And now your guns against my head stop fucking blowing my mind
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| Them man have got no balls like the Unsullied
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| So bound to surrender like Riverrun’s Tully
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| I got man that’ll do dirt for some money
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| Put shanks in legs and make them run funny
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| Dumb dumbies best bounce like bugs bunny
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| Before we cut tummies turn you in to cunt curry
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| Cause I’m hungry I’ll whip you in to Mcflurry
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| This is sex, rap, murder and drug money
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| Si, if anyone ever put a gun to your head
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| I’d tie their mum to a bed and pull finger nails off
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| Even if the filth fling me in the jail box
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| Soon as I’m released I’ll be out ringing shells off
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| Well cause I’m sinister
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| Sour like vinegar
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| White spitter just like Mike Skinner but I’m crazier
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| Every night sitting up, thinking up ways and where I can sniper the prime
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| minister
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| I’m sinister!
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| A boiling cauldron of involvement
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| Cold and sinister
|
| Its over flowing hopeless hope
|
| But no ones listening now
|
| The ends approaching just show me roses and lift it up
|
| And now your guns against my head stop fucking blowing my mind
|
| A boiling cauldron of involvement
|
| Cold and sinister
|
| Its over flowing hopeless hope
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| But no ones listening now
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| The ends approaching just show me roses and lift it up
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| And now your guns against my head stop fucking blowing my mind |