| Wake up in the morning, some real strange on my mind
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| Wake up in the morning, some real strange on my mind
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| Wake up in the morning, some real strange on my mind
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| Call me a murderer, that just send chills up my spine
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| Cause you know I’m a beast in the streets
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| And all this hate that I receive
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| Make me wanna eat them up like they my dinner
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| When all this tension get release, they stay away from me
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| But I got to let them know
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| That they f*cking with a winner
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| I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say
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| Cause I’m pretty much like you
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| Except you know I don’t play
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| And my blood lust always gets in the way
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| I don’t fear these ni*gas
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| I don’t feel these ni*gas
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| Everytime I look in the mirror
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| I say boy, I’ma kill these ni*gas
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| I say boy, I’ma kill these ni*gas
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| I say boy, I’ma kill these ni*gas
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| I say boy, I’ma kill these ni*gas (serial killer)
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| I say boy, I’ma kill these ni*gas |