| This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
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| Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin’eat
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| My father’s dead well I don’t know, we’ll never fuckin’meet
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| I cut my wrist and play piano cause I’m so depressed
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| Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed
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| This meetin’just begun, nigga I’m Satan’s son
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| My mother raised me a single parent so it’s apparent
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| That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckas
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| Are much important I’m gettin’angrier while recordin'
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| I’m feelin’like the Bulls, I’ve got a Gang of Wolves
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| Odd Future is children that’s fucked up on they mental
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| Simple but probably not, fuck 'em
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| I’m tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
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| Drunk white girls the only way I’ll get my dick sucked
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| Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
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| Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
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| Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on Cause this album packs enough evil
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| That you can’t fit inside a jansport, go to school with this
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| I go from AP to JC inside of fuckin’week
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| Wakin’up with random girls like «Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?»
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| I stay with grandma, she always bitchin’about her carpet
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| Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
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| No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes
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| By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school
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| Raquel treat me like my father like a fuckin’stranger
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| She still don’t know I made Sarah to strangle her
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| Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
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| All because she said no to homecomin', demons runnin'
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| Inside my head tellin’me evil thoughts
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| I’m the dream catcher but nothin’but nightmares I caught, go to sleep
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| I wear green hats because I’m fortunately lucky
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| Fuck me the monster said, some how the monster’s dead
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| Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
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| With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
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| I’m on my grind feeble, my music is evil
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| My fuckin’samples are too illegal, play this shit in church
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| I graduated without honors or a fuckin’father
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| I wanted a brother my mother I told her
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| But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
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| So both of our imaginations are creations of the fuckin’situation
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| That’s havin’our brains racin’like Dayton, wearin’some fuckin’heelies
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| I know you fuckin’feel me, I want to fuckin’kill me But times I’m so serious you think I’m silly
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| I’m doin’Big Style Willy couldn’t touch 11
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| Seven. |
| What’s religion nigga? |
| I am Legend
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| I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
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| I created O.F. |
| cause I feel we’re more talented
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| Than 40 year old rappers talkin''bout Gucci
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| When they have kids they haven’t seen in years, impressin’their peers
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| With the same problem, the only way to solve them
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| Is to go to Father’s Day convention with a gold revolver
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| Life’s a salad I’mma toss it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I’m so damn rebellious
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| Cause my mother let me do what I want
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| She wasn’t careless, protective she is the bear
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| The shit is so bare, my diary isn’t hid
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| My father didn’t give a fuck, so it’s somethin’I inherit
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| My mom’s all I have so it’s never meet the parents
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| When Danielle or Malonda decide to fuckin’share
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| This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya, I’m bad for you kids to listen to Soy is not the choice, I’m bad milk, drink it My wrist is all red from the cutter
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| Drippin’cold blood like the winter, the summer
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| Is never that’s equivalent to me and Sarah
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| Well that’s not her fuckin name, but I think this shit is clever
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| My niggas wanna know if I’m fuckin', if I’m kissin'
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| But I’m sittin’here downin’beers simply just wishin'
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| With tear they try to tell me but I never listen
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| Cause I don’t give a shit like sittin’down pissin'
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| Eighteen, still talkin’to imaginaries
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| Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
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| Losers can never win me, you can never offend me My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the
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| Ceremony with all my homies, I’m suicidal
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| This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
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| Fuck a deal, I just want my father’s email
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| So I can tell him how much I fuckin’hate him in detail |