| As a child, my pops chose heroin
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| He probably looking down on my clique like (?)
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| On stage I be grabbing on my dick like we’re on
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| And the bitch pay for every single fit that I’m wearing
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| But I don’t really care to mingle
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| Cause she stay on my nuts like hairs on wrinkles
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| I said we all stars, some dare to twinkle
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| And me I’m the fecal, I live in the sinkhole
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| I might ring your doorbell, uncover the peephole
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| Balled like chemo, emo and evil
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| till I crash like Evil Knievel
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| The black night rider, the regal cerebral
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| Nacho, not Tito Dorito
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| Slice your tongue like bushido just to feed you cheetos
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| Black shades like Chester, but Nacho just cheat hoes
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| And show up to church, breath stinking and street clothes
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| Riding round town with the pistol on my lap
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| I need it in the lab, they don’t want me in the trap
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| I been reachin' out, they ain’t ever hit me back
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| And everybody know my name, they ain’t even hear me rap
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| Riding round town with a trick up my sleeve
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| Black hipster bitch with a licorice weave
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| She’s built to believe, but I’m built to deceive
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| Either build up a means or kill all the dreams
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| You’re a dick rider, I’m just a dick writer
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| Watching Life Of Pi, I was rooting for the tiger
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| Waves turn the middle finger to the passingbyers
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| Ski mask from Fred Myers got me asking for the pliers
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| Cut his finger off, read the caption on the flyer
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| I was taking off my baby’s pacifier
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| First words I ever spoke was «baby pass the lighter»
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| Read Little Ms Muffin and relating to the spider
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| Higher, I’m inside you
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| But go against the throne, Imma hang you out the dryer
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| Like a tire, swinging while you try to
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| Word around town is you sing like Mariah
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| Never made yay, but you seen through the wire
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| Pleading for your life while I’m killing a papaya
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| Snakes in the grass, but I’m dealing with a hydra
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| So first class, I’m in the seat beside the pilot |