| A customer!
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| Wait! |
| What’s your rush?
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| What’s your hurry?
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| You gave me such a…
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| Fright! |
| I thought you was a ghost!
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| Half a minute, can’t ya sit?
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| Sit ya down! |
| Sit!
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| All I meant is that I haven’t seen a customer for weeks
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| Did ya come here for a pie, sir?
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| Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague
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| What was that?
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| But you’d think we had the plague
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| Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
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| But there’s- Heaven knows I try, sir!
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| Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague
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| What was that?
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| But you’d think we had the plague
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| Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
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| But there’s- Heaven knows I-
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| Second to none, Angel of death
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| Killing these bitches absolute mess
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| Swear to God this be why they took my wings
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| Even Lucifer had a little suffering, like «FUCK!»
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| Demons coming out of their skin
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| Everyone showing their true faces
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| 私はあなたの魂を食べる /
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| Absolutely zero that any of y’all can fucking do
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| Zero be the points you put up
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| Steph Curry with the shot, motherfucker, pull up
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| Step back, James Harden, clean shot killa
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| Take another dab, pop a xan, the grim rap zilla
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| ONI INC. in this motherfucking bitch
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| Catch us in the fucking back
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| Motherfucking on your clique
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| Pie, sir?
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| Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague
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| What was that?
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| But you’d think we had the plague
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| Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
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| But there’s- Heaven knows I try, sir!
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| Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague
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| What was that?
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| But you’d think we had the plague
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| Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
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| But there’s- Heaven knows I-
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| Well, I’m gunnin' straight for the top (stay gunnin')
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| Tell these wannabes that they better freeze
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| To be honest never gave 'em much thought
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| Keep the melodies flowing and I aim to please
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| Told myself that if I ever made it, give myself the keys
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| To a rocket car, to fly to Mars, like it was meant to be
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| Can’t stop thinking 'bout the possibilities, man
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| Whole crowds freaking out 'cause our shit is free and
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| When I bring the tree, all the stressin' stops
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| Living in LV, not fretting 'bout the cops
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| Cause the sinners now speak, how we don’t mind
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| Keepin' it green, now the cherry topped
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| When I step up on the scene, watch the haters praise until dusk
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| Don’t mind me, while I innovate, like Elon Musk
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| Unknown number won’t ever get the right swipe
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| Keep the hunters at bay, clinch the money nice and tight
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| Pie, sir?
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| Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague
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| What was that?
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| But you’d think we had the plague
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| Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
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| But there’s- Heaven knows I try, sir!
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| Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague
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| What was that?
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| But you’d think we had the plague
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| Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
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| But there’s- Heaven knows I-
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| Fuck you and everybody that you roll with
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| The Shang Tsung in this bitch takin' your soul quick
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| Soon as you see me comin', you’re hollerin', «Oh shit!»
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| You learned your lesson for ever testin' the ghost, bitch
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| You’re in the wrong place, partner, getting cut down
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| 3−50 blow your leg off when I bust rounds
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| The killer Koga comin' at you with the dedication
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| Leavin' your whole team’s leanin', leakin' from lacerations
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| Shadowclan sharp blade bloodstain that
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| I’m Tatsumaru when he died and he came back
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| You say the wrong thing, get your whole face slapped
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| It took a couple of days to get your taste back, ha
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| Take your life, no take backs
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| Ski mask, gloves, 'cuz, no trace back
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| Sour banana opium when I lace that
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| Followed by lines of the yola
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| Now, can you face that?
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| Pie, sir?
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| Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague
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| What was that?
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| But you’d think we had the plague
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| Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
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| But there’s- Heaven knows I try, sir!
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| Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague
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| What was that?
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| But you’d think we had the plague
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| Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
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| A customer
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| Pie, sir?
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| Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague
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| What was that?
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| But you’d think we had the plague
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| Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale? |