| Sank
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| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript
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| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
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| With clips of hollow tips
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| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
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| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s
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| Sank
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| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript
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| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
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| With clips of hollow tips
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| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
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| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s
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| Honda full of ski masks and extended clips
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| Knock a nigga down real quick with the 4/5th
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| Have him on his knees begging for his life like a lil bitch
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| Bring out the Ruger, bitch I’m the shooter
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| Run through yo block with my young nigga Tuger
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| Pull out the stank with the long sharp shooter
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| Fucking with me then you float in the sewer
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| Bitch Imma beast and I never get sleep cause I’m merking these streets and I’m
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| stacking my cream
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| Bodie a nigga, throw him in the sea
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| Think this a game, well you better believe
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| Leave me alone don’t irritate me, cause I’m willing to snap and you don’t want
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| to see
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| Be in the spot where this shits going down, and I promise there will be a lotta
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| casualties
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| Sank
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| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript
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| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
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| With clips of hollow tips
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| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
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| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s
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| Sank
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| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript
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| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
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| With clips of hollow tips
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| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
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| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s
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| $uicide is all I think about when I lay in bed
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| Screaming out, Grey*59 until the fucking day I’m dead
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| Lost myself so quickly when I drank the blood and hit my head
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| My momma never gave a fuck
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| So all these drugs done kept me fed
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| Losing my mind when I talk to the devil
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| Envision myself at the top of the mountain
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| Fell from the top and the halo came off
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| And these demons came into my life and surrounded it
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| What the fuck should I do?
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| I’m in the closet with the noose
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| He slips, I swings machetes trough his arteries
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| I don’t leave enough of the guts for them
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| To be performin' some fuckin' autopsies
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| Sank
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| A battleship, me motherfuckin' manuscript
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| Pimp me foreigner grip to make blood drip
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| With clips of hollow tips
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| I pop these plastics and burn yo ass like acid
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| Snatch out ya fucking eyes and put 'em in a jar like Vlasic’s |