| When you see me smilin', I’m really frownin'
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| You think you’re really wildin'? |
| I’m killa clownin'
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| Meaning I don’t give a fuck about nothing you say that you do
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| Because stupid is how everybody sounded
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| Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
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| Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
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| I’m thinking death and destruction
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| Images of blood and pus and I ain’t looking for nothing but trouble
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| Thinking of murdering you when I’m just lounging
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| (That's just the devil, just the devil)
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| Block it out and keep it moving
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| I’m evil and it’s pussy that I’m pursuing
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| Gimme the bible, yes I need it cause Tecca Nina’s in ruin
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| Mentally I’m fuckin up when I really don’t know what I’m doin'
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| My tolerance for physical pain has gained rapidly
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| I’m gobbling more thizzles then thangs but it came back at me
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| The holy father must have flipped and became mad at me
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| Because I’m pondering a wicked insane strategy
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| How to end it all (Yeah), many men will fall (Yeah)
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| Any sin I saw (Yeah), Nina been involved (Yeah)
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| You don’t really want it with me punk you don’t have the gall
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| The taste of blood on my tongue makin me want to brawl
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| No sentimental shit, death is the penalty
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| For any bitch you try to re-kindle this
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| It’ll get your temple hit
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| Bout to bubble, about to pop just like a pimple get
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| Send it something so insane I’m so not for simple shit
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| So teeter totter mothafucka if you want it
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| But just keep it to the left of me, crazy til the death of me
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| Pussy money more money blood and guts is the recipe
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| Having hella drama for Nina is a necessity
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| Good and bad is fightin' within me and I’m the referee
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| Shit is looking like it is evil getting the best of me
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| Bitches think I’m pleasant and really wantin' the sex with me
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| I’m promisin' you I’m losing it, you don’t really want to mess with me
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| You don’t wanna see me run up with the thang (Cock back)
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| Make it chicka bang bang (You don’t want it with me)
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| If you don’t really want it nigga (Fall back)
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| Cause to killas it ain’t never been a thang (You don’t want it with me)
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| And I can get in to ya if you feel you really want it
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| One of us ain’t gonna make it out
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| You don’t want it with me
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| I’m kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin like I’m Michael
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| Push it you’ll see what I’m talking bout
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| You don’t want it with me
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| Betta load up your drums
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| Load up your guns
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| Everybody better get to runnin'
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| You don’t want it with me
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| I’m a lyrical cynical rippin' ya pinnacle
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| Damage anybody when I see they really want it with me
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| Techa-ninna told me nigga get money
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| And never been dumby
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| Shit on a nigga when he comin' funny with me
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| Follow the beat follow your feet
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| Gimme the weed keys G’s
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| And a quarter pound of bullets with a machete
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| Mister Reese known for getting it poppin
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| You niggas be droppin'
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| And when you do your albums be floppin
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| When ever I spit it
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| Man better yet when ever I drop it
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| Your wifies gone cop it
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| She even tell you nigga go cop it
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| You don’t want it with me
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| I’ll fuck your life up like a disease
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| I’m hauntin your dreams
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| With a fully auto choppa them beams
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| Mayne yadadamean
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| Ya life ain’t shit but a dream
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| So just remember when your breathin' you don’t want it with me
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| You don’t wanna see me run up with the thang (Cock back)
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| Make it chicka bang bang (You don’t want it with me)
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| If you don’t really want it nigga (Fall back)
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| Cause to killas it ain’t never been a thang (You don’t want it with me)
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| And I can get in to ya if you feel you really want it
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| One of us ain’t gonna make it out
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| You don’t want it with me
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| I’m kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin like I’m Michael
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| Push it you’ll see what I’m talking bout
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| You don’t want it with me
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| And you don’t want it from me
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| See I’m believing that people are really angels and demons
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| Instead of human beings
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| I’m havin' feelings of wanting to be the cause of you bleeding
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| Causin' your family to be grieving now your soul is leaving
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| Entered in my mind the raw holy words and religious battles
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| Keep 'em mutilated like cannibal over serpent rattles
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| I’m seeing shadows and bodies swingin' from gallows
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| As I’m sitting in a circle surrounded by seven candles
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| My eyes rolls back, I speak in tongues, I bleed from gums
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| It’s time to hit the streets with guns
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| I’m bustin' seventy shots laughin' as the people run
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| I plead to be free from these evil deeds I’ve done
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| Until the pain coincides with my violence and agony
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| Oh the humanity, why does he keep stabbing me
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| But it’s me that I’m stabbing, it’s self-inflicted wounds
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| The Hitchcock of hip-hop, the end is comin' soon
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| You don’t wanna see me run up with the thang (Cock back)
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| Make it chicka bang bang (You don’t want it with me)
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| If you don’t really want it nigga (Fall back)
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| Cause to killas it ain’t never been a thang (You don’t want it with me)
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| And I can get in to ya if you feel you really want it
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| One of us ain’t gonna make it out
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| You don’t want it with me
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| I’m kinda sick and psycho grab ya feelin like I’m Michael
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| Push it you’ll see what I’m talking bout
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| You don’t want it with me |