| Coughing up the black tar, popping up
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| The fucking pillie, 'cause I never gonna get enough
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| I send a rocket in my liver, gonna mess it up
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| Them empty bottles in my room, I’m gonna guess that I
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| Go get some more, I need to feel I’m in the space
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| All the preachy motherfuckers telling me to end this pace
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| Never listen to anything that anybody says
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| I’m a stubborn motherfucker, I been living in a mess
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| Feel like a king when I’m walking in the alley on the junk
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| I’m a menace, I could knife a sucker, body in a trunk
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| I’m fucking mad-bad-mad, shawty in a body bag
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| Motherfucker shouldn’t have been making fool of Redyzed
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| I’m with the 666, slap your face with my kicks
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| I embrace conflicts and the bass hard mix
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| No, bitch, you don’t wanna see me when I get my fix
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| I’m a cold blood killer when the M-Bomb kicks
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| You stupid ninny, shut the fuck up for a second
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| I’ll hit you with the bass up in your face and with a backhand
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| The flow is fucking murder, bitch, an automatic weapon
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| Can never go to heaven, bitch, this never gonna happen
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| Pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
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| Got my fucking chopper make it ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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| Pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
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| Got my fucking chopper make it ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
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| I’m like a rare polar bear, and you fuckers way too basic
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| Creeping in the snow, bitch on the blow, it’s so amazing
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| The blades in your neck, it’s a fact, think I’m crazy
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| Think I’m made of rubber, got my vision turning hazy
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| I choose a fate, ain’t gon' break all the sickening
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| I choose a fate, ain’t gon' break all the sickening |