| It’s that one shot splatter, burst, splatter gun, wrap
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| Tighter, tighter, tap dance off a ladder, leave my nuts splattered
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| On an apparatus, you’s a faggot
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| Fat fuck her in the pansy; |
| Vatican assassin
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| Your jaw bone inside a jar like molasses
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| Paranoia on you cause it’s blood on your fabric
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| Bitch stretched out backseat of a Navi
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| Holding your breath, cold sweats, nerve spasms
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| I’m sick, damn, it’s the others
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| Couldn’t save the bitch, killed the brother
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| Lesbians, two mothers, no need for rubbers
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| Red skin leather couch, couldn’t see a puddle
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| You’re not in my game, you’re too late for the huddle
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| I’m humble, get buried by the weight; |
| shovel
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| All about my cake like a funnel
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| I knew that shit
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| I’ve seen this shit all happen, but I’ve never been a witness
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| Problem might die, but I’ll never been forgiven
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| Purchases came, can’t cop it if it’s already driven
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| Cop like calls, winds low
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| Front seat, never let go
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| Let them things fly like seagulls
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| You gonna feel it in the air like Sigel, nigga
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| When them shots — bang
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| Pick a condo, pick a condom
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| Fuck a bitch; |
| man it ain’t bout nothing
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| And she ain’t bout nothing, then I’m done after nothing
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| Thank you for your time, and let her leave, fuck it |