| It’s all fucked up now
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| Fuck you s’posed to do?
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| It’s all fucked up now
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| Fuck it, cut your wrist, yo
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| When I spit, it’s almost like aiming guns at fools
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| Don’t waste your rap career on that journey
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| I kill a mic like Run the Jewels
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| I kill a mic like Conrad Murray
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| Picture this getting ugly, call it Dorian Gray
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| Midichlorians the force is strong, it’s sorry to say
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| You two buffoons trust the snake and bit the apple
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| And niggas ain’t laughing with you, niggas is laughing at you
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| These rappers got whack hit songs and I congrat' you
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| No disrespect, don’t get upset when I don’t dab you
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| And no I’m not hating, I just don’t feel that shit
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| Cause every song end up uh sounding like this, turn up
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| Turn that shit off, though I’ll be where the lyrics at
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| To pussy no subscription to Miramax
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| I wear your wifey out like a pair of slacks
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| Like Google Maps nigga, this is where it’s at
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| Flush it all down that shit and that’s the downward spiral
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| Suicide or life kid, you might go viral
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| What goes up, must come down
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| What the fuck you s’posed do? |
| It’s all fucked up now
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| Flush it all down that shit and that’s the downward spiral
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| Suicide or life kid, you might go viral
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| What goes up, must come down
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| What the fuck you s’posed do? |
| It’s all fucked up now
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| Sick with the rhyming, abusing my time and
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| I’m my music is timeless
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| Rhymes from the analog bulldog with long fangs
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| I at rappers who say the wrong thangs
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| Bad for the hunted, good for the hunter
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| These dot com lyrics helped it with the hollow point scream smash
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| Now it’s back to the follow point green cash
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| Gun butted, you got a mean gash
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| Faceplate broke on the floor, you start to bleed fast
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| Saves ain’t save in the floor, we need to re-stash
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| Brick robbers, send bombs to the laptop of bitch bloggers
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| Trained in the backyard, no Sim card
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| Wombat shit and stand in the gym hard
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| , no raincoat
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| This is the day yo, you part of the gang? |
| No
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| The crack and the shots ran ma, wee should hang, no?
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| Rapped in confederate, it
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| Straight through 100s of terabytes of all the shit you bite
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| MC from era of spitting right, shit was tight
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| Ras Kass is like
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| Flush it all down that shit and that’s the downward spiral
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| Suicide or life kid, you might go viral
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| What goes up, must come down
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| What the fuck you s’posed do? |
| It’s all fucked up now
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| Flush it all down that shit and that’s the downward spiral
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| Suicide or life kid, you might go viral
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| What goes up, must come down
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| What the fuck you s’posed do? |
| It’s all fucked up now
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| I got so many rhymes I could fill up a gigabite
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| No publishing, the way these fucking niggas bite
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| Rappers don’t even know who they writers
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| All this whack shit gave my computer the virus
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| Niggas sending threats to the G-Mail
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| That ain’t gangsta, only thing you blasting is the e-mail
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| Hip-hop is so suicidey
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| Rest in peace turned to both out blue, tidy
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| If I was a singer, I’d be Tony Soprano
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| I’m the fingers on all keys on Beethoven’s piano
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| I’m not a rapper motherfucker, when I told you I rhymed
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| never saw that 9
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| I turn you red, black, fed green, my bullets is aqua
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| Where the bread at? |
| If I rob you I only be practicing
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| Cause in this world, fuck what a nigga say
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| I never wrote a will cause that’s a dead giveaway |