| My rooftop is gone along with this song
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| Dedicated to all let’s fade it beyond the lights roam
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| Right between the legs of the brunette and blonde standing next to me
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| I’m nasty not wrong my rocks are off so long chickens
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| I drive into the sunset pumping superstition by Stevie
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| Blindfolded jumping cliffs while turning into a clip wild
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| Now I’m drugged and bitches wiles are foul are off
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| Like the pitch Jamie threw Kate the voucher
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| I get wilder terrifying terrible before sun raise
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| Or knew your nature okay start the hood okay
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| I go play with dead things now
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| My head won’t be found and if you do klick pow
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| They’ll never know where my heads at oh
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| Detached from my shoulders yes a long time ago
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| No way out my rhymes equal murders
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| Stingy when I spit I’m sick let’s turn up
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| One cut two slice three stick four
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| Five let’s bury em underneath the floor
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| Cause my demise is itching to get loose
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| And once it do
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| Your worst nightmares will all come true
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| Let’s take it back
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| Before I signed to a rap label
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| 22 years ago when my brain would act stable
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| At the family reunion my cousin took me out my damn cradle
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| And accidentally dropped me on a glass table
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| On that day I turned into a problem child
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| Cussing up a storm who cares if my moms around
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| Bugging out when teachers would tell me to watch my mouth
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| I ain’t say shit bitch what the fuck you talking about
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| You talking about a pyromaniac starting fire
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| He’s got your block looking like it was made out of carbon fiber
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| Screwing the holes in a funeral home I’m putting lube in the holes eating pubes
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| full of mold
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| Back in school I was told I had the ugliest face in class
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| Now I gotta skin these bitches just to make a mask
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| Everything I touch I break in half
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| And I ain’t scared of nobody
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| Jeffrey Dahmer was a flaming fag
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| They’ll never know where my heads at oh
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| Detached from my shoulders yes a long time ago
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| No way out my rhymes equal murders
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| Stingy when I spit I’m sick let’s turn up
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| One cut two slice three stick four
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| Five let’s bury em underneath the floor
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| Cause my demise is itching to get loose
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| And once it do
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| Your worst nightmares will all come true
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| Ding bell rings and I’m out
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| I got no interest reroute
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| You won’t find my mentals floating about
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| Constantly screaming Lupin SOS
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| No one can help me out this mess
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| Address cause less ain’t no causing his death
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| Cmon yall I need applause coffee break time
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| No sign of the line decreasing my fines
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| And crease what every spine no bone
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| I use for vocal motion my thirst for souls
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| My the sounds of the ocean mouth dog
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| Probably grossing them out
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| I need a better way
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| My brain seems to be on strike today
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| Collecting my thoughts right away
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| I can play with the kids up the street
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| So I can hit em in the head with the drumbeat
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| So get they better know my flows are death
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| And a resurrection don’t make sense
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| When I’m still fucking fresh I pull my weapon in a pinch
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| Best at nothing hoe ass
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| Yeah fuck your lass with the magic ninja sword up that ass
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| Cocksuckers I’m gone
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| They’ll never know where my heads at oh
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| Detached from my shoulders yes a long time ago
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| No way out my rhymes equal murders
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| Stingy when I spit I’m sick let’s turn up
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| One cut two slice three stick four
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| Five let’s bury em underneath the floor
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| Cause my demise is itching to get loose
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| And once it do
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| Your worst nightmares will all come true
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| They’ll never know where my heads at oh
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| Detached from my shoulders yes a long time ago
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| No way out my rhymes equal murders
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| Stingy when I spit I’m sick let’s turn up
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| One cut two slice three stick four
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| Five let’s bury em underneath the floor
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| Cause my demise is itching to get loose
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| And once it do
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| Your worst nightmares will all come true |