| I’m a Craigslist Killer, little Godzilla
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| Knocking over buildings, pushing over pillars
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| Tokyo Dome, home game type filler
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| I been around the world, ain’t nobody iller
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| I’m not a whiteboy I am no Mac Miller
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| I’m not an actor I am no Ben Stiller
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| Told them little fuckers I was out in the upper
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| Echelon, when the pressure on I am never wrong
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| See hoes headbang like an Eddie Vedder song
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| Grunge, I make it rain like Seattle
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| I’m blocking up the sun, they can live in my shadow
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| Shake rattle balling, bitches on the pill
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| I’m Charlie Sheen drunk, let the champagne spill
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| Can I get a clean up in the produce aisle, I left a few cum stains on the new
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| towel (cleanup on aisle four!)
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| Uh, I’m a Craigslist Killer, I’m a Craigslist Killer
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| Been around the world, ain’t nobody iller
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| Westside ArtGoon Craigslist Killer, certified dope ask my drug dealer
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| Westside Ty, staying out in Beverly
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| Pills for the trills, I am of a different pedigree
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| See, I got them grinds by the bundle, It’s out of this world, orgies on the
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| shuttle
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| Lost in space in that cosmic rubble
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| Her drip wet bottle means I fuck, no cuddle… shit
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| Then I kick it to the curb, who’s the sickest in the burbs, fuck a magazine
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| blurb
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| I rather have my words engraved on your nerves, and laugh as the fucking
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| meltdown occurs, yeah |