| I can’t breathe anymore
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| I’ve gone the distance
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| Can’t see me anymore
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| The darkness has overcome
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| I don’t wanna be part of this
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| But I let it take me
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| So I let it take me
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| Now it’s dripping all over me
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| We on this Earth as we hell raisers
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| We crave good life but born into this dead-zone
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| I’ve searched for answers from my female maker
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| In the cemetery but they never produced her headstone
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| Black as ever like shabba
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| Thick and oozing like lava
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| See this room with my Prada, dadda
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| Must’ve came from my father
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| 'Cause my momma, was an angel
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| But this thang grow, insane bro
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| (Insane woah)
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| This is darkness accumulated
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| Over the years the heartless but fools I made it
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| Over to here on the TV
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| Cops kill a man 'cause he’s trying to buy a BB Gun
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| (BB Gun)
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| What’s gonna happen when they see me come
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| Really run
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| (Really run)
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| I’m 'bout to just boom
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| Take the madness
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| Let it explode and shake the masses
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| Shroud that I carry here to break the rabbits
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| And awake the maggots
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| I hate your habits
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| (I hate your habits)
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| Your evil’s consuming me
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| Now my heart and brain together in unity
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| Darkness…
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| 'Cause ain’t no opportunity
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| They say my metamorphosis made a monster
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| In so many ways this statement might be true
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| Your plan right from the start was divide and conquer
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| So what do you think I see when I see you?
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| Give me your wishes
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| Give me your hit-list
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| Bring all the wicked
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| I’m 'bout to show you I’m vicious
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| Ligaments and Sriracha’s delicious
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| No stopping for tickets
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| Don’t make me give the crooked coppers the business
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| (Coppers the business)
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| I was suspicious
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| Wearing your anger
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| During your danger
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| Swearing whore wrangler
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| Don’t let me close to y’all
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| If you touch it it’s like an overdose of Propofol
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| I be the ghost of all
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| That wanna vote for hogs
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| I gotta go tomorrow
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| (Go tomorrow)
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| Licking my lips, Ow!
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| Burn my tongue
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| I need a germ to come through me
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| And worms and dung
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| I lay stagnant
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| I’m an avid madman
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| See the evil I grab
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| It stick to me like a magnet
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| You can have it
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| (You can have it)
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| Rack, I’m a clack on they asses
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| Brack!
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| Brack!
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| Brack!
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| Give the evil no passes |