| Ayo, my nigga hit me from Mountain City, Australia
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| And said I got you if indeed you ever need a kidney
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| He ain’t giving up his, not willingly
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| He sells organs but except for you? |
| free
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| But shouts out cause we down to our last shilling
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| With the intent to make a mass killing
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| Accustom to crass grilling
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| Throwing up but young Matt was hearing broadcast through his brass filling
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| Ever since a clever teen villain
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| He kept the tricks his of trade unknown, never bean spilling
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| And in lieu of his lack of vocal cues
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| There was an increase of speculation by the local news
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| Like is it true that your friend EP
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| Scaled to rise from a daily dose of NZT pills
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| And what’s the crew to do when they need a refill?
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| Address the rumors true about the factory and peak skill
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| Yo, Society of secrets, black cloak mystique neat sequence
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| Ripping off? |
| shiek sequins, fresh meat
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| Unique, indeed this for the heathens
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| Doppelgang funds depleted in bereavement, believe it
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| Ayo it’s cloaks not capes
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| Methadone, Coke sniffing both off a plate
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| Abscess dripping on my cedar cross-state
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| No address given where we living, unknown parts
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| Ayo it’s home to the loan sharks
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| No phones where we roam, Hark!
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| I’m picking out the trash from my rations
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| Pentagram clan taught the class about the masons
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| Millions in the stash, no blast on the stations
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| Figure that, make you cock your noggin to the side
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| Snide thoughts is tossed, throbbing in your mind
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| Combined with the force more inclined to survive… |