| Uh, this Cruella in a peacoat, evil songs sung in C note
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| You need a refill? |
| Nah, we need a revote
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| Let 'em think we’re feeble
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| While we keep it chugging like a steamboat
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| The revolver gon' solve it if they need smoke
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| A rock could change your whole life for the key stroke
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| But it’s peace whenever we spoke
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| Only fight what I see fit, anything else, I just plead fifth
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| This is take-one-knee shit, Taekwondo, you see heads 'til we drip
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| Sweat from the brow, blood from the bridge of my nose
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| Scribble the note to the bricks in the road who stay down
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| I just flow through the rigmarole
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| Flicking out foes like a tick on my clothes
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| You know what I’ma do now
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| Everything north 'bout to go south
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| It’s famine and droughts here right now, I have no doubts
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| Look around at the state of the globe
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| How we busted open the gates, phones film, lava flows out
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| Fuck up a whole block, fuck your patrol route
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| Guns drawn, get down, controlling our souls, pow
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| Bullets rung out through the whole crowd
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| Movin' military style, shooting in a single foul
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| Every man, woman, child hit the ground
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| Running through the turnstile, I never come back
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| Fucking X out every last institution, feeling sketched out, yeah
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| They just go and throw a zero on the never-ending debt pile
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| Where to run?
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| Where to run? |
| Where to run?
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| Where to run? |
| Where to run?
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| Where to run?
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| Where to run? |