| Her brain is dead, Hate is fed
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| Pretty snake bite Betty gotta pay the rent
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| I’ve got mine, Shape and shine
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| I’ve got reason to believe you’ll make a mastermind
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| With innocence as my witness, straight watching me while I listen
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| The voices up on my shoulder grow colder with each opinion
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| My Willy up in my hand as I stare’et the ceiling fan
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| I was younger, rolling thunder, feeling pressure, feeling power
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| Cold stone killer with realer ambitions up on a note
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| Never quote me on my word cause my actions remain close
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| Stone cold up town, we can make you float
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| Elevate the place, we can see you pose
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| See talons on my tongue they might grab you and rip yah eye out
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| See Obi in my shadow might grab you and pop your light out
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| Straight up no doubt levitate my town
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| Got space to breath buh precipitate the lead
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| Lay in the gutter, swing from the trees
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| See your pretty Betty, drop to her knees
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| Crack like a bottle, you can forget these
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| We stole your whole game, and threw away the keys
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| Snake bite betty got a black eye
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| No teeth and a crack pipe
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| Snake bite betty got a bad dye
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| Take life in a cat fight
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| Cold wind blowing on my right hand
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| Flow freeze from that dull light
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| Close road kiln from the Flight plan
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| Loose k just to lean right
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| Crack rock city run deep in that pawn shop
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| Cash off pity from the smug that he bought from
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| Black top, sitting rocking tinnies on a sawn off
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| Non stop ripping at my throat till I’m long gone
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| Fuck your vision i’m burning your whole existence
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| Poppin off like shivers you office to burn the fishes
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| This is all a gimmick you cunts keep calling my digits
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| Phone dead at home right next to them dirty dishes
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| Bed side, road rage, city limit, cocaine
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| Tongue tied, blow pain, pretty betty, no vain
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| Retry, fucked up, pitch black, stake out
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| Life pass by like bad dreams and break downs |