| Dump a body motherfucker
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| Evil Intentions
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| Celph Titled, Diabolic
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| C-Lance on the orchestra
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| Light the motherfucking torches up and scorch a fuck, let’s go
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| I paint pictures in blood
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| Thats my art of war hobby
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| If it wasn’t for that, i’d be robbin' stores prob’ly
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| But don’t think i won’t do it
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| Dipstick, ima purse neck bitches and keep their lipstick
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| So i can, put it on you and call you candyman
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| And the fifth time i say it
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| Ima murk you and your pansy fans
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| The block gon' tear through your roca wear
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| Put this infrared dot on the back of your S. Carter’s
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| Ain’t nobody rock harder than this
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| Take a hoe out to dinner and I’m chargin' the bitch
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| Your whole crew is corn huskers
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| Cuz beef you don’t handle
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| Celph Titled logo engraved on my guns on each handle
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| Animal floridian derelict slight nology delicate
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| Make your body a floating island for pelicans
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| We pulling heists homie the cops can’t stop us
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| Elvis imposter jumping out of helicopters
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| Ain’t no fake in the vein
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| Commercial rappers raping the game
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| I don’t take it in vein
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| Forsaken the flames
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| Start praising my name
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| Formaldehyde n sacred the same
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| Bringing hip hop back from the place that it came
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| Blazing the jane
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| Hazing the brain
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| Amazing insane
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| Strange days lacing the pain with jays and the caine
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| Special k in strains the strange
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| Chasing the change
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| Phasing my rain
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| Maintain and blazing devane
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| Throw you off thae mezzanine
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| Out to get the ghetti green
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| Douse your ass in ethylene
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| Light a match and let you scream
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| Slicing raps like jets your spleen
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| Life is fast and death is me
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| Suffice to blast and rest your cleats
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| Hype and rap the bed that you see
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| Master of gore
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| Slash poor
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| Disaster with war
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| Hammer of thor damaging drawers
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| Cuz your grammar is poor
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| Cannibal corpse stabbing a whore glad bag gagged and dragged on the floor
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| After some more raps to restore
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| Fuck the world
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| I run the globe uncontrolled
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| Bout to go, out my brain
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| Like JFK’s frontal lobe
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| My souls colder than the tundra or the southern pole
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| I hold court, and put a hundred holes through judges robes
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| Jehovah broke the mold when he built a statuesque villain that complexed the
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| children
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| While they chill in bassinets
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| A rabid pit getting shot i will attack the vets
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| Until i snap their necks I’m the illest rapper yet
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| Ill peel your cap in less than seconds you’ve unlocked the beast
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| Gettin' buckwild like Celph Titled when he shots the beats
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| King of the mountain counting bodies quarter top the peak
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| Burning more ganja than a rastah with a flonkin' wreath
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| On Bolic’s streets the monsters feast when they spot the weak
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| N see the bitch in you like cube when common beefed
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| So yall should cease witness real be personified
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| When my performance shut ‘em down like seeing onyx live
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| This is hell hound
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| Hell bound hell raiser
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| Hell on earth
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| Gallagher with the hammer caliber make your melon burst
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| Selling sherm, well imbursed
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| Dwelling in a felons shirt
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| Another, nuiku who was due to do the devils work
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| Victims still reserved
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| Still my nerves
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| I could still reserve killer verses
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| In loose construse still reserves
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| Steal the stash steal the stash I’m stealing rap
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| Im hip hops special ops
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| Weapons cop the shotty
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| See your body ima let it drop
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| Fuck with us you better not
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| We’ll wreckon shot like demolition semi auto scripture sleepy hollows now your
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| head is missing
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| Weapon visions better listen dead the henchmen
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| Spread the sickness like a rap script ima a mattress like a veteran
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| Never ending grewing streams like whenever sweaters did it ain
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| Or epidemic, so sick, get a medic, gettin' redded
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| In a minute get beheaded with a leg get deaded
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| Your head gets shredded like a head of lettuce |