| The symbol of Satan desecrate your place
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| Lacerate you wit' grace
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| Drink Mountain Dew, then urinate on your face
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| I discovered the fountain of youth, kill everyone
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| Cops’ll identify you when they recover a tooth
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| I’ll bludgeon the booth
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| Hold grudges
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| Put you in crutches, you try to touch this
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| You get your guts split open like Dutches, you fuck-wit
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| I’m not the one to fuck wit'
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| Let the Calico buck, click
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| Like the Alamo, ammo fill you up like Amoco
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| Rockin' a Camel Jacket
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| Hack up your yarmulke for bein' comical
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| Fuck a cosplay bitch at Comic Con
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| Rob you like a common con, catch you at the ATM
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| Gave ya' girl ATM, then juxed her in the atrium
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| Tackle you like a Patriot, full of hatred, I’m dangerous
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| Strange abyss, Angel dust, satanic evangelist
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| Angiocardiogram
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| Your results will result in no pulse
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| Kid, you know what it is, my condolences
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| Murda', lyrically, everything I touch
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| Yeah, I rep New York, kid
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| Fuck around and get snuffed
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| Brooklyn up in the piece, who’ll end up deceased?
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| Run up on you wit' gats, the blicky buck you, then Peace
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| I’m a hunter like Fred Dryer
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| Fuckin' Dee Dee McCall raw
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| Feed her meatballs, then let the lead fire
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| Foul like Rich Pryor
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| Rip off a bitch’s attire, slash her throat like a tire
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| No ditch, funeral pyre
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| Top hat like Slash, Jack Ripp shit
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| Modern MAC clip shit
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| Jux up a dipshit, conniption fit
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| Machete on my hip to rip, quick to flip
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| Pistol grip clicks make you dance like Calypso, kid
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| Got your bitches lips on my tip while the songs rockin'
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| .357 in your cunt, you’re Grippi Longcockin'
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| Pauuuse, I’m about to bust a nut
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| Murdersexual, I have an erection when flesh is cut
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| Dissection and lust, evil affection for sluts
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| Use no protection when entering I impregnate the guts
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| Gluten free!
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| Shooting pee in her mouth
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| My decree is devout, I’m the sickest to live no doubt!
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| You ever fuckin' wit me? |
| Nukka please! |
| Ha! |