| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole
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| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
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| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
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| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I’m an asshole
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| Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle
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| From the rap flow I was stuck but now I’m wasted international
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| I’m all about the cash flow, you can look at how I get it
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| Poppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic
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| I’m a crook, yeah I’m pathetic, I keep pushing till I get it
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| Got the pedal to the metal I ain’t looking where I’m headed
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| Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV
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| They got their dick hard from the bitch who’s sitting next to me
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| Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be
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| You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free
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| Real funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me
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| I made a fire, never played guitars
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| Spit my rhymes and made my bail money
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| Speak the truth don’t tell no lies, I never talk wit' a black tongue
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| I’m no model but I’m coldhearted, I’m so smart that I act dumb
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| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole
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| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
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| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole
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| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
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| Bad Guy… Look…
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| Thirty Perc 30's, on alert early
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| Riding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty
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| Get the burr birdy, flip the bird sturdy
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| Had these fuckin rappers, yeah you nerds heard me
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| Tear the lines and vandalize in your habitat
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| Cruise around crown royal in his Cadillac
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| Black boots, black brim with the mass to match
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| Hallucinations of Satan, bitch this is acid rap
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| I’m so gone, yeah I’m fucking faded
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| Eye ball the ounce, I should’ve fuckin' weighed it
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| Put some cheese on your head get you fuckin' grated
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| Make a flick with your bitch (X rated)
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| Look it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that blicky tux
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| Don’t miss me with that sissy stuff
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| Tipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut
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| I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks
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| Perc’d up drinking out the bottle I’m an asshole
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| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
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| Perc’d up drinking out the bottle I’m an asshole
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| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
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| I’m the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun
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| When I black out with the mac out
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| Somebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string
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| It’s a G thing like the Dr
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| And the dough, father freed my dogs on
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| Gun powder call Peter up I don’t give a fuck sic 'em on his ass
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| Then I laugh it up as I feed 'em all to my pups for lunch
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| Sick as fuck, I’m deranged, twisted brain, insane in the membrane
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| I’m a fly dreams on the ship maine
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| Smokin' Blue Dream with a Crip maine
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| Sippin' Red Rose with the pirule
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| You’re free man, with the Logan, like Gmail
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| Well I fuck the bitch if I’m stiff like a mannequin
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| It went lubed balls, and went Andy Dick
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| I can’t stand the bitch, smokin' cannabis from Los Angeles
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| Let’s blaze up that’s fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch
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| Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it
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| I’m the Captain, bitch immaculate with this rapper shit
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| Turn about this back wits
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| How you wack bitch
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| Baptize the jaw like a baptist
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| You fuckin lame, my least slain
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| See the smoke, see the flame
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| Twin millies it’s point blank
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| Let 'em bang, dick brain
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| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole
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| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
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| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole
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| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |