| Fucc her in a flannel
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| Ouija ain’t no mammal
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| Spirit world vandal
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| Creeping in my camo
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| Iced out hatchetmane lights out still it blang
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| I contain the moonlight Ima spray everythang
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| Ouija puking moonlight
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| Put it on my pinky rang
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| Drop a couple something for my brothers up on the cellophane
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| I am fascinated by the other side of everythang
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| I’m a flip the game board over no embellishing
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| Bag of separate lips from every sucker bitch who said my name
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| Hella lames speaking on me know ya boy possess the flame
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| Hopped up off that porch and grabbed the torch and hatchet set the flame
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| Hatchetmane swang on these bustas in the diamond rain
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| I do not deserve to exist on this fuccin' plane
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| Take me to the otherside with those who understand my pain
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| Otherside
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| Take me to the otherside
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| Otherside
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| Walking on the otherside
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| Otherside
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| Take me to the otherside
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| Otherside
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| Will I stay on the otherside?
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| Crush up Crush up Crush up
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| Shawty shut the fucc up
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| Water on my wrist
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| Ima whip the flood up
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| Filthyfied the Faygo
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| Ima ice the mud up add a little dash of liquid morpheme to my cuppa
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| Ouija sippin' moonlight suckas be my supper
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| Ouija puking moonlight all over the flowers
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| I am in the upside down right now
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| Seventeen feet in the ground right now
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| Bloodstained feet in the clouds right now
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| Tell these geysers pipe down they don’t know what we about
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| Feeling like these rappers out here man for me to smell a lame
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| Feeling like they dead to me don’t even know whats happening
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| I’ma roll my diesel put my easel up and paint some thangs
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| I don’t give a fucc and bitch the hatchet bout to crush the game
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| Put a little gloss on my sauce throw it in a frame
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| Walking on the otherside where people understand my pain |