| Shut Up, take off your clothes
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| Lay down on the mother fucking bed, like I said
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| I’m a different kind of nigga, like to spread bloody red
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| From banging the thing I’m a tame when you shed naughty legs
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| I’m geeking
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| Cause you peaking with my head
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| Leave you dead and leaking
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| I’m a killer, but instead of a machete
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| I got my dick, I’m a drill her
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| Then I’m a hit her with the steady
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| A proper check up speedy
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| Like Andretti hit the crevi
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| A lot to pick up, Betty gotta be ready for the yetti
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| To eat, my kind of meat, find mine to feat
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| But climb N9ne the beast, Its my time to feast
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| Einstein N9ne slime the sheets
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| I’m tryna design
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| She whine the least
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| Rewind the beat cause T9 he grind the freaks
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| Putting your mother fucking feline to sleep
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| Cannibalistic with her I’m hoping she don’t mind the teeth
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| You invited me in
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| Gimme the Henny, lemon and sprite and the night’ll begin
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| You ignited me when you stated you sighted me when
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| I was painted up so you came on up and kited my sin
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| Til the morning light, it was on tonight
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| You met a DK-N to fucking bone you right
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| Clones’ll roam you might, be surprised with the vibe
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| But I’m leaving paint on your pillow meaning I was inside
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| I ain’t finna steal your fate
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| My aim is to kill your hate
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| We gone drank till you can’t feel your face
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| Then I’m leaving paint on your pillowcase
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| I’m smoking a lot, I failed a nigger when I told her where she was by my
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| motherfucker face pine
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| ‘cause bitch, it don’t matter what you think
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| When it drain, it will be your time and you’ll say ice hank
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| A little bit and a little more, is a little more liquor to get the whore
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| Fuck you because I do it with the leather floor
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| Later you will feel real stupid like a play prank
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| ‘cause I know about the hold that was in her
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| Know she a sinner, oh, no beginner
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| Hold her ass low and go for the dinner
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| Tell that ho no, ‘cause my heart cold like winter
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| Yes, so, ‘cause she’s a freak, it ain’t me
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| Walking on the streets just getting me
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| One in four creeps just get me, so I told her corner for, eating my dick is a
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| privilege
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| Take her down, take her, take her, take her down
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| But if I take her down, then a nigger will never get the crown
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| But if I get your picture will I own her lick her down
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| Then a lick her down will never be a nigger down
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| And her beating the sack is right, so the next time she’ll be in the time and
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| place
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| Some that she can’t escape, but I can, even with a trace
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| I ain’t finished with your thing
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| I ain’t here to kill your head
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| We can drain until we kill your vein
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| And leave the paint on your pillowcase
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| Paint on your pillowcase, paint on your pillowcase
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| We can drain ‘till you can’t feel your vein
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| And leave the paint on your pillowcase
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| The sin that brought us all here
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| The one we love the most, but yet is the one we all fear
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| So time’s sadistic, it gets mystic and the trends are twisted
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| Bodies in exquisite positions, that’s so illicit
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| Illegal to the exhibits, solicit, yet we exist
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| In a thrill and all sorts of feeling we get, that’s so implicit
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| Why people risking their life, depinction husband and wife
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| To get closer to the true wise that brings us eternal life
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| The paint left on your pillow is the same from off the face
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| The one you see in your dreams when you’re taking below the waist
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| The devil was giving horns, but the nature from which was born
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| Every person that’s ever lived so get praise to the god of porn |