| Yo, 3lack, what the hell man?
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| Clips and sabers, armed and dangerous
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| Spin it and do him at neighbors
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| All of this verbal, your block be vacant
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| Bro caught one, left his T-shirt painted
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| RIP, slap that one at the skating
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| Your lil' bro get round, tape it
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| Make it back to the ends, no waitin'
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| Sauce him, sauce him up like one pizza
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| Opps that run, remind me of Kreepa
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| Running from me, don’t trip on your sneaker
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| Put him on a TV, blue peter
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| This one here might wake up the residence
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| Caught Sava and he was moving hesitant
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| Bleach that blade, gt rid of the evidenc
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| That day should have bun up a president
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| Boy got lucky and he called mizz
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| Sip that lean, that’s kidneys weak
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| Yeah plus accounting this bells
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| Man apart of my week, cah it taste so sweet
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| This potion feels like a spell
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| So high in the sky, never took that flight
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| So ask how the paigons felt
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| Might flip me a pack, little .9 in the trap
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| Bag it up, no time for a spell |