| We way past in the day man
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| Flinchin mane with a whole map of you face
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| Hand me the blade I be making these incisions
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| Calling me Castor Troy I’m tickin to
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| The sound of the round abound inside of my mind
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| But hands keep skipping
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| Yeah I’m ripping the head off Medusa making statues of my victims listen
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| I been speaking guilletine the king of hostile heads are rolling
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| I paint the roses red with every verse the blood be flowing
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| Pourous summon that raw dawn
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| I pull the noose and yank it taught
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| The plot I’m saving the lots
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| Some trouble lopping off this hawkin twat
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| Take it Ima fit it and pullin the kung pow
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| Kung Pao with a chicken in the back of a pound I’m a hound gonna sniff out what
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| I’m all about
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| Gonna mount me a minnie mouse
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| With a lound mouth gonna pounce
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| Screamin redrum at a bum I’m a freak off a leash and I’m comin to get some
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| Wait to come to the reheads, grease necks reflex liver in peace and pieces
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| I’m Hercules your deemed a hydra, slicing they heads off while they hissing
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| Live with hate huddle the rest in the rap game be my bitches y’all ficticious
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| My kitchin be melting
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| Faces crack has risen when you listen
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| You’re smokin, your dome explodin, body twitching
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| Ha
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| Heads heads will roll roll roll roll roll
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| Heads heads will roll roll roll roll roll
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| They thought we wouldn’t make it, thinkin was at first mistaken
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| Now I see the heads we taking, yeah we doing God a favor
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| Exquisite execution of people’s putrid pollution
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| Curb stomp bash your brains in the final solution
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| I ain’t gonna hurt ya, I’m just gonna kill ya
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| Like Matthew Mcconaughey’s chainsaw in his rearview mirror
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| I’ll have you beggin and pleading on yo knees
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| Like I’m Negan, Lucille sees you bleedin and she’s real thirsty tonight
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| Hit em with a buckshot to the face
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| Fuckin with me is like suicide
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| So just go and Kurt Cobain
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| I’m a one man apocalypse, your a walkin talkin cock with lips
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| Dickheads get cut down like Lorena Bobbit shit
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| I swarming this your such a sad sack of shit
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| A wack ass broken promise as you speak verbal vomit
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| I’m loppin off they heads like its a new viral trend
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| I could kill your career but my pay I don’t wanna see the sheath of my sword
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| shed
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| Drove in up in my tool shed are trophies in glass jars
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| A plethora of pickled heads don’t fuck with a ninja star
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| Heads heads will roll roll roll roll roll
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| Heads heads will roll roll roll roll roll
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| They thought we wouldn’t make it, thinkin was at first mistaken
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| Now I see the heads we taking, yeah we doing God a favor
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| Fantasy come to life they say they don’t believe anybody who stand alive with a
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| demon deep inside
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| I got so many heads and within my collection
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| I can tell this hobby slowly becoming some blood obsession
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| Cause I’m an ax murderer, headhunter I chop necks
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| Leavin dead bodies in hotels and apartments
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| And it sounds like domestic violence or some rough sex
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| And the blood on every door and the floor lookin suspect
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| Did I tell you about the time I used the saw
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| Got so tough when I hit the spine but I gave it more
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| Halfway through and I carve it clean
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| Then I hear the body it hits the floor
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| Blood gon spill just like milk, but I ain’t gonna cry
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| Ima let it pour
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| Sicken indviduals with a head covered in blood
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| Like a criminal, headhunter body separator
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| With a machete I’ll cut you just like you were tissue paper
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| Cause heads are gonna roll and they never kiss their neck and makeup
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| Heads heads will roll roll roll roll roll
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| Heads heads will roll roll roll roll roll
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| They thought we wouldn’t make it, thinkin was at first mistaken
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| Now I see the heads we taking, yeah we doing God a favor |