| Bitch, I'm smarter than 'em fucks, only creeping in the nox
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| Got 'em blades in my guts, making noise up in your blocks
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| Fuckers know, fuckers know, fuckers know that Reddy next
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| Fuckers know, fuckers know, fuckers know that Reddy next (Say what?)
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| Got a stick, stick, chopper stick in my fist (Chopper)
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| All the sick shit that I sniff, Ludacris (What-what?)
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| You gon' fuckin die, if you try to get me pissed (Uh)
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| It’d be shots-shots, then I smile, you won't exist
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| I'm coke, and you poppers (What?), you stupid ass mockers (What?)
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| I'm one of them hoppers, bass is fat from eating 'em whoppers
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| Got my meds, I-I don't need doctors, they only talking that shit
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| They say I shouldn't drink vodkas, now all they get is my spit
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| That's it!
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| I'm so motherfucking pissed, fuck!
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| I'm so pissed!
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| I'm that trouble maker, sick beat baker, undertaker
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| Throw you in a lake, I make you sleep, then you meet your maker (Bitch)
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| I'm that sharpest razor, knock you down, I don't need a taser (What?)
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| Take that Red dot, point a laser, sixty shots in your faggot blazer (What?)
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| Everybody knows I'm a fucking boss
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| Everybody knows I'm a vampire swagger
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| Everybody knows this life ain't just (What?)
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| On way to heaven I'll kick down the ladder (What?)
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| Everybody knows I'm a fucking boss
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| Everybody knows I'm a vampire swagger
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| Everybody knows this life ain't just (What?)
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| On way to heaven I'll kick down the ladder (What?)
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| Uh, uh, turn on AC, when I rap it’s hot like crazy (It's hot like shit)
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| All my music bassy, all my music spacey
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| I just killed this beat, fuck, oopsie, daisy
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| Now I'm doing beatbox sounding lazy
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| I'm that trouble maker, sick beat baker, undertaker
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| Throw you in a lake, I make you sleep, then you meet your maker |