| Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I’m Brock bitch
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| Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
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| Wait, and tell 'em I’m mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit
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| One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit
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| Delivery, I’m the bullet that killed Kennedy
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| Enemy, D.I.T.C., darkest symphony
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| Necro, fuck around and let the TEC blow
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| Red beam to his noggin make it look like techno
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| I told you, I don’t even wanna be the best, ho
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| I’m the threat with Tourette’s making motherfuckers John Doe
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| Ricky Rozay, Aquarius Killa The Keyser Soze
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| Making a family cry together like the O’Jays
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| Back in the old days, I’m the one that’s chosen
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| Thug from the 90's, I’m cryogenically frozen
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| Avenger, but yet I be the Joker and the Riddler
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| With a mindset that’s switched like Harvey Denture’s dent
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| The Dark Knight, fuck a Clark Kent
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| Martin Lawrence when he traveled back in time with suspense
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| Suspended, animation when my brain reacts
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| Don’t belong in this world like I’m Samurai Jack
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| Click Clack on the Glock, seventeen get me
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| Then put the Ghostface so we can empty the cream
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| Cash rules everything around me surrounding
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| The ditch where they dug the darkness that’s shrouding
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| Found me, Nemo, ego Kanyeezy
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| Bruh I’m from a city where niggas they con easy
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| Where they quick to pull that trigger, never a squeegee
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| Then make it on the late night news, nigga good evening
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| Ya Mike, things are quite here now at Miami, Carol City High School,
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| but earlier today was quite the scene when nearly the entire student body
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| walked out of the school to protest Trayvon Martin’s murder.
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| Signs in hand, chanting justice for Trayvon.
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| Now Trayvon actually went to school here at Carol City last year so some of
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| these kids actually knew him personally,
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| and they say his murderer should be behind bars
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| Moshin' to nostalgic rock shit, I’m Brock bitch
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| Semi-automatic might blast like Team Rocket
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| Wait, and tell 'em I’m mixing that Slayer with that 2Pac shit
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| One golden bullet to kill all that faggot pop shit
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| I’m Acid, fornicating with crack shit
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| Cheated with the virus that took over the life of Magic
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| Sharing a needle, with the common / hobo
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| Sterilize with the spit that shoots from a Komodo
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| Dragon, gun chuck, fire, I’m blasting
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| Dope and sick, that shit is just a classic
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| Huh, that’s a hit for you bastards
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| That’s the shit for you bastards
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| I’m lugubrious because I’m from a place where niggas
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| Shoot at shit and never on no Buddha shit, that knock-knock
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| And who is it? |
| Am I really losing it? |
| Maybe
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| Trapped in a white room with a dead baby
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| Am I going crazy? |
| Is my name Casey?
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| Anthony, then the baby turns into an amputee
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| God damn I’m really losing my mind
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| Or should I end it all just by grabbing a nine?
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| But, it’s too easy, Demonz of my mind leave me leave me
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| Put me into isolation so you wouldn’t see me
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| Free me from misery and un-easy
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| Pain, emotions from the crypt I gain
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| Yet another young brain slain, mane… Dang!
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| He just lost consciousness
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| That’s life when you live without consequence
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| Death over sixteen shots, his head is split
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| Dead |