| Dont let em get a handful/ see em with a handle of jack/
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| Or crossed fingers on the hands behind their back/
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| With a knack to trust then disrupt/
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| Lose trust then change the rules up/
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| And whos up for tax cuts? |
| (crime pays)/
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| Hidden estates with like, really long driveways/
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| Crime pays/ rats in the hallways/
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| Aim for the crack fuck minimum wage (so it goes)/
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| Anyways/ sippin on a dry gin/ heavy headed living in and out of my skin/
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| And living livid/ but glad for the chance (at all)/
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| Glass fulla gas with a rag in the other hand/ wild like the Taliban/
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| Wild like a child slapped in the grin/
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| Black be the skin/ packed fulla carbon/ and starving again cmon/
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| Theres eyes in the back of my head/
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| Hold up the buck stops disintegrating here (yeah right)/
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| The fear generators here yall (warmer)/
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| Deviating clear past the consumer/
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| Room for improvement/ trade space with some doom and gloom/
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| Renovate with the renegade/ skate like the centigrade dropped/
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| Consider the cold copped/ like a motorcade/
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| And roll away contagious/ and infect the vacant/
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| Good the fuck gracious/ gotta debase the basic/ erase the face lift/
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| Taste a bad case of the breaks and heal/ gotta create the makeshift/
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| Swagger like its yours and/ debate whatever you dont feel/
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| And dont come knock knock/ who there?/ Boo/ Boo-whoing/
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| Live a little better than a bad joke/ who ruins?/
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| Chew through your wrist/ come on lets do it lets go/
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| Theres eyes in the back of my head/ I want them blinded/ I want them blinded/
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| But if I find the man who put my foot in the sand/ and other heavy hearts/
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| Make it impossible to cleanse his sin/ so unforgettable/ so unforgettable
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| Theres eyes in the back of my head |