| My life was doomed before I even hit puberty
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| I was wanted, about as wanted as a tumor be
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| Broken promises, promised just to humor me
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| You’d of given up a long time ago if you were me
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| Pops died of AIDS, no one read his fucking eulogy
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| I get mad depressed when they say they see the you in me
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| Lone wolf neglected, that’s animal cruelty
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| But I’m not affected, that’s ammo and fuel to me
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| We all got snakes in the grass perhaps
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| But at least all the snakes ate the rats' ass
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| Decapitate them all but the one in my pants
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| Your baby mom a snake charmer I just wanted to dance
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| She tried to join a cult, left the ho in a trance
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| Whooping on the fourth, we’ve been wanted in France
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| I just rolled a solid branch, then I’m polished and enhanced
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| All this knowledge without grants made her wander out her pants
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel baby
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| To be on your own
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| Without a home
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| A complete unknown
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| Like a broken soul
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| People ask me, «is this shit gonna pay off?»
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| I tell em lay off, I’m MJ in the playoff
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| I’m a triple threat, he won’t even get that J off
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| I’m a let that K off to lay 'em next to Adolf
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| And my flow so sick my ad-lib is a AIDS cough
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| I’m Clark Kent, Superman just had his cape off
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| Inside the booth, blaze a blunt and then I take off
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| Cape Fear, all these other niggas Cape Cod
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| My alias is Maximus Aurelius
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| I’m the Kevin Spacey-est, aliens are atheists
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| My cranium’s the craziest, the zaniest
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| Its varicose how vain he is, missiles miscellaneous
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| Dracula meet Blacula, he’s black and Transylvanian
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| Tasmanian Macho Man Wrestle-Manian titanium
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| People asking if I sold out, no —
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| Bro, I still feel alone in a sold out show |