| Windows of the world are covered with rain
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| Where is the sunshine? |
| Where is the whole world?
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| Hardcore white, bar brawl type, American lowlife
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| Sneak in your crib past midnight
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| Sticking dick in your wife, I’m a dirty boy
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| Eat the pussy out all night, hit the whore right
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| Vietnam war like, lose your life, white trash shit
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| I’m the fat fuck version of Brad Pitt
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| Glock cock shit, take you out, 2Pac shit
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| Real rap shit, bloodshed, bloody axe shit
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| I’m the stick dick in your face type, hate bright daylight
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| Hate life, steak knife, gang fight, waste life
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| I’m the barbarian ape type, brutally rape, take life
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| You ain’t safe late night, daddy Warbucks, no dough shit
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| No folks shit, no hope, homeless broke shit
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| Dynasty Ayatollah, flamethrower
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| Rugged man tie you up, blindfold ya, it’s all over
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| Excuse me
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| Did I not show the chome enough?
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| You cats ain’t grown enough, like me
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| Your ma’s prolly still hold ya dick when you pee
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| You child’s play, I grew up the wild way
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| In my brain, it’s embedded, that’s why I can’t forget it
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| Or focus, without wondering, where the coke is
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| Or where the reefer smoke is, or when the deez is coming
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| The keys is running, rather high right now
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| Papi, you might die right now
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| Can’t afford legal services
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| Court appointed is leaving niggas nervous
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| I heard it’s a long road to travel
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| And there’s glass in the gravel
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| Still I press on, with the vest on
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| With Avirex and guess on, I gets down to business
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| I guess it gets down to physical fitness
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| Leaving you niggas out of breath
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| With right to left, I’m quiet as kept
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| But I rep, blow the smoke, stick my neck out the |