| As I blaze the PM
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| I inhale with the scent of a million men
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| I exhale wit dumpin 17 up in the what the fuck I am?
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| In the midst of a crisis God knows all the sacrifces I made
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| Might have to hiest to get paid
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| In spite
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| But can’t jiest the price
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| Instead a nigga played bitch made
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| Niggas think they know me The don’t know me They, phoney funny
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| But they don’t know
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| That I’m that ill type niggas that’ll open that gut
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| Not much luck
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| I’m feelin skunk wit a capitol S Hit the cess
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| Killed the stress
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| Rottin away in the Midwest
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| I guess
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| They was right
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| When they said that was such a psycho sight
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| Sick inside a slight
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| Deliver that makes me want to go Master P at night right
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| No more pain I complain and pray to God, AND STUFFS
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| It was unbearable until I tried COCOA PUFFS
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| That chocolate tie got me willin to fly up in the sky
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| But when I loose altitude that high
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| Just makes me wanna come down and die
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| Whos responcible for this madness, me?
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| Whos responcible for this sudden strike of sadness, me?
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| I can see
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| I can look into your eyes
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| Smile and then to your suprise
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| I’ll be yellin Die, nigga die
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| When all the bullets fly
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| Don’t know how much longer I’ll be on this Earth
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| Cause I’m the worst type of, nigga on this here turf
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| So disperse
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| The worst, the worst yeah
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| They keep tryin to pull me under
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| But I been to long tryin to make it over
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| The worst, the worst yeah
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| After all that I been through
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| I just don’t know what the hell to do What it is What it was
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| And what it shall be You tell me Cause this nigga ain’t livin healthy
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| Bitches think I got money from here to Shri Lanka
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| So I’m thinkin of killin you when I’m makin love to you bianca
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| Can’t you see I ain’t you seein what I mean
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| I got plenty and mean streets my team tweaks
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| So my future seems BLEAK
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| Take a peak at me I ain’t happy she got me Under child social serviceses and shit for bein a slacky pappy
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| My khakis are low saggin from illio type little bags
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| Pushin ten of them on top of the world like James Cagney
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| Feel that agony
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| People naggin me My ragedy life ain’t worth livin sick of my aunt and uncle draggin me See me drink my life away
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| Smokin tokin my life away
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| Tryin to put this trife away
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| In the deepest darkest hide away
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| If I could fly today to the Golden Gates
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| I could get away from this place of hell and fakes
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| But it might be too late
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| What it gonna be Another S-T-A-T-I-S-T-I-C that’s me Puffin that stronger W double E-D that hunger
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| Don’t know how much longer I’ll be on this Earth
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| Cause I’m the worst type of nigga on this here turf
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| So disperse
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| That’s why I say
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| If you ain’t crew
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| Some busters on my hit list betta hope it ain’t you
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| My pockets thin
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| About to sin
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| I got to spend
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| About like 10
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| To get that Henn
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| To make that blend
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| To make that fool come up out his ins
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| Devilish thoughts
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| Hell is feelin kinda of crellish
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| God tell us what we got to do to make the muthafuckin rellish
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| Spell it, out to me cause broke is imbarrasin
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| I’m psycho like Woody Harrleson
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| I can make a comparrison
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| Like Aaron Yates
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| Norman Bates
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| Perfect mates
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| Dippin up in Wally Gates
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| Bitches yellin head is swellin
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| Thinkin of goin in hell and bakin with the beans
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| Got me fiend
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| Murder for my green
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| Seems, I’m cursed not first
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| The last verse
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| I burst, into a blood thirst
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| But what is it worth
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| No hearst
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| Nobodies turf
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| Fuck planet Earth
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| Disperse
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| Because you’re dealin wit the worst (the worst)
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| The worst
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| I know that it can’t get no worst
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| The worst, the worst yeah
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| After all that I been through
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| I just don’t know what the hell to do |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Worst , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album The Worst, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп