| Top down up in the Chevy
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| Let me teach you how to whip the grain
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| Inside peanut butter, outside with the candy frame
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| Swerving corners in this jet
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| I’m on a quest to touch a hunnid more before I lay myself to rest
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| Sittin' on the Glock, I turn the beam on
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| A savage, I’m the fuckin' one
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| The Unabomber
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| Wreakin' havoc, singin' sad songs
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| Red rum, murder, and greatness 'side of my mind
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| Pull up to your funeral and kill everybody in sight
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| I can load and bust a hammer
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| Hit the nail and crucify
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| Tie your body up in the dungeon and make your soul mine
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| Death note got a page with your name on it
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| Bullets flyin' to your head like a fuckin' comet
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| Steppin' out the coffin with that golden drip, slit wrist
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| Purp smoke, gun clips
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| Shootin' from the fuckin' hip
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| Walking out the catacombs, a chip all on my shoulder
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| Grip the chopper like a boulder
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin' colder
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| Speak in tongues when I spit this on the mic
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| Strapped up like a dyke
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| Your bitch want the pipe
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| It’s alright, I’mma hit tonight
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| I’mma end your life by the knife
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| You gonna pay the price
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| I’mma dim your fuckin' lights and leave you hangin' by the tide
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| Telegraph inside your mailbox
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| It reads that you a bitch
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| Body baggin' motherfuckers that be thinkin' that they slick
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| Hollow tips right to your cranium, I hit another lick |