| I’ll disconnect you like SBC
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| Then reinvent your whole style for free
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| Suicide’s even a better choice to me
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| So you really need to think about the shit you call beef
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| Don’t come trying to explain a bit
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| Cause you really starting to sound like that same lame bitch
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| Yeah that same lame bitch who used to suck my dick
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| Who I see you tongue kiss who you all in love with
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| Tell me don’t she fuck and suck the dick right
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| I hope you don’t think she learned all that shit overnight
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| Now you stand there looking with the kill a man attitude
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| Should’ve been showing me some gratitude
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| The truth hurts like a semi truck
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| Just came outta nowhere and crashed
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| And fucked your whole world up
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| Don’t like it then don’t ask
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| I won’t say shit
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| Cause I ain’t the one you wanna come and get
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| Get ready for the fight of your life
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| I’m gonna end it tonight
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| Come get me if you wanna die
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| Just come outside meet me in the moonlight
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| I’m drunk in this bitch don’t tell me to calm down
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| I coming over there dropping the bomb down
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| Kicking in the front door, what you front for?
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| You screaming oh no I’m beaming the four-four
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| Don’t tell me fuck you on the telephone
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| And think it’s okay, muthafucka no way!
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| Don’t flip me off and get caught at a red light
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| Cause I’ll beat your skull with a lead pipe
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| You and your buddy’s having funerals next week
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| More gonna be busy if I’m throwing a hissy
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| I be the bam-bam juggalo 44 clappa
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| Bitch slappa, I shit talk, Crip walk
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| Rich rapper, chick tapper, kidnapper
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| Get crunk, hit blunts, clip punks
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| Come and get this
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| And as soon as you miss
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| I blow holes in your lungs
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| Hear it whistle and hiss
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| As you, slowly die
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| Oh what now I’m supposed to be scared of you
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| Cause you wanna talk and act like them big boys do?
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| Shootin dirty looks like you got some hate on your mind
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| You ain’t the first you can gone wait your turn in line
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| Everybody wants some but look how when they get done
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| Tuck they tail between they legs and run just like a bitch
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| Fuckin' with a lunatic on the wrong day
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| With a hole where their throat usta be
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| Usually I don’t persist with bull shit
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| But today I’m quite pissed, and looking to start shit
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| And if you want beef I got a whole cow off on the trunk
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| So be prepared for the drama you bitches and punks
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| Yea that’s what’s up ever ready just like a battery
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| Slicing through cartilage and punching in your anatomy
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| Over beef don’t sleep
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| Cause you might not wake back up again
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| On the ground and just bleeding |