| I'm the serial killer person who haunts your dreams
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| My Denizli style, my beat rap skills
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| Taxi, come, this man is dying, all my intentions are hidden in the head
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| You don't have a diet with light cola, that sincerity
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| The throne of kings is solid, their minds are loose
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| The queen's heart is playful, her mind is firm
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| You think it's like that
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| Officer who will save you from me
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| There are one-man armies, fake heroes
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| Totally shaken truth tellers
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| Those who hold on to music, those who hold on to money
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| There are those who are fired from the door, they sing to the club
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| Fifty percent correct, fifty percent wrong
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| You heard me, this is a robbery tired today
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| You said that day will come, that day has passed
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| My nerves plus my patience minus okey or sexy
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| You see, bum request behind me
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| Five suspects in pursuit of cash money
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| On the third day you wore it full capin full capin
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| Plus your phone call for help is bloody
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| I have too much attention deficit
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| The lack of people was observed in you with the leash
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| When I call out to those mc' people coming out of the bubble gum
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| When fed with less eros suppressed from the head
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| Force your imagination, it's not hard, my breath is always on you
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| Look, there is no powder pink in the world, where is the cash in your pocket?
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| The girls you mentioned, your drooling is in the notebook
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| 258 you danced, you got injured
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| If everything comes to a head, everything is fine.
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| Lyric is lyric first your mockery is lame
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| My diss had an effect in a pinch, scumbag
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| Knife inside you, we went insane
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| This is the last stanza homie I will bring here
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| I'll cut your body into pieces and bring it home
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| Who the hell is this underground
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| The streets are dark, no one will give a fuck about your rescue
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| You see, bum request behind me
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| Five suspects in pursuit of cash money
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| On the third day you wore it full capin full capin
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| Plus your phone call for help is bloody |