| 'Ringe
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| Ayy
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| Ooh, that hurt, what you doin' to the emperor?
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| I cope with this little boo boo, with the scissor-up
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| Call me petty la petite femme beau, ain’t even ready
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| Gas all them up and leave 'em broke, clingin' to huggy Teddy, ayy
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| No new missions, I’m unorganized like wet spaghetti, ayy
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| Rackin' up, rackin' up dust and throw in ya face, like confetti, ayy
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| Sleepin' on the floor still, I don’t want a fuckin' mill'
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| I jus' wanna fuckin' chill, miss me with them fuckin' deals
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| Call me the antagonist, or Sir Syringe
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| I grew on the internet so all I know is cringe
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| If you feelin' my energy, guess I take the hint
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| Win some, lose some, feelin' gruesome, 'cause I’m just Syringe, ayy
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| I don’t make no fuckin' sense just like ya livelihood
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| Breakin' everything that makes you comfortable, 'cause fuck your hood
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| You see all my issues in my brain but I don’t think you should
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| Try to come relate and watch yourself become misunderstood, yuh
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| You know what I’ll do, I’ll become the fuckin' tool, ayy
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| Emperor antagonist, I melt the whole room, ayy
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| You know what I’ll do, I’ll become the fuckin' tool, ayy
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| Emperor antagonist, I melt the whole room, ayy
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| You know what I’ll do, I’ll become the fuckin' tool, ayy
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| Emperor antagonist, I melt the whole room, ayy
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| You know what I’ll do, I’ll become the fuckin' tool, ayy
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| Emperor antagonist, I melt the whole room, ayy
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| ANTI-ANTI-ANTI-ANTI-ANTI-ANTI-WORLD
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| Sheesh, I go on a Rambo romper, room, two hundredfold, ayy
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| They can fuckin' get it, all my magnum plastic gold, ayy
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| I feel like a newborn, but already have a goal, woah
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| 'Ringe on some kind of a roll
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| Fuckin' around, I turn trash into gold
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| Fuck all this cotton, I make it a coat
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| Just a price of being a goat
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| Nah, fuck it again and again
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| I can go low and invite all her friends
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| No more the need to go fuckin' pretend
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| You got the hunger, I’m makin' the ends, sheesh
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| I don’t want no beef no more, unless I’m one that’s cookin' it
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| Rethink my decisions like a lightning fraction jiffy split
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| I don’t want relations, jus' the pussy that I came to grip
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| Battle scratchy ready, pretty face, no need to give me lip
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| I don’t have a fit, maybe four, as I’m breakin' shit
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| I don’t think she minds if she mistaken for a shallow bitch
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| I disrupt the function, let 'em hate and tell 'em, «Comin' quick»
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| See me everywhere, pray to fuckin' God I fuckin' quit
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| You know what I’ll do, I’ll become the fuckin' tool, ayy
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| Emperor antagonist, I melt the whole room, ayy
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| You know what I’ll do, I’ll become the fuckin' tool, ayy
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| Emperor antagonist, I melt the whole room, ayy
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| You know what I’ll do, I’ll become the fuckin' tool, ayy
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| Emperor antagonist, I melt the whole room, ayy
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| You know what I’ll do, I’ll become the fuckin' tool, ayy
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| Emperor antagonist, I melt the whole room, ayy |