| Leave them all burning
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| Triple six degrees
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| Heard they started hating
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| Wanna murder thee
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| Yung Christ turned to Satan
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| Bless the devilish
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| Now I get my joy from fucking chasing death
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| Momma raised a savage knew I wasn't average
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| Pops seen me coming up
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| He knew I had the package
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| Let the 40 kick
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| Drum roll with the sticks
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| Hands will fuck your jaw
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| Know who you fucking with?
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| Get the copper popping
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| Chopper
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| Daili Lama
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| Feel like Silk the Shocker
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| I'm a fucking problem
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| Streets call me doctor
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| Screw them then I chop them
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| Two cups
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| Bottle filled with drugs
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| Liver on the rotten
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| Ruger, chopper, draco
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| Cult around me Waco
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| Violence getting louder
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| Projects getting wilder
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| When I'm off a Xan. |
| I'm quick to shoot the thang
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| Ain't a clock to see there ain't no time for a game
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| Fuck them all
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| Shoot them
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| Leave them in the yard
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| Got a bunch of youngins around me
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| Take the charge
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| Fuck them all
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| Shoot them
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| Leave them in the yard
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| Got a bunch of youngings around me
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| Take the charge
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| Yeah we're all the same but we're separated by commas
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| Yeah we're all the same until we're all destroyed by comets
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| Alien invasion better run home to your mama
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| Ruby ain't the problem solver
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| I'm the cause of all your problems
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| Bitch, I'm in Nevada
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| A 51s I got em
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| Snorting blue sand with my cosmic ensemble
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| I don't give a fuck if they're pressed
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| I still bought 'em
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| Falling down like autumn
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| Call him duck boy
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| Watch him waddle
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| Full throttle when I empty out the bottle
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| When I empty out this clip that's full of fucking hollows
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| You'll be lying horizontal looking like a model
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| Scope is never toggled
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| I was aiming for your nostril
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| Now, I'm aiming at your bitch's tonsils
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| I'm the queen of drama
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| Fucking up your life?
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| Yeah, all you gotta do I holler
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| You wanna talk drip?
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| Catch me chillen in the sauna
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| Spent a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars
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| All these bitches say my name as if it's something like the gospel
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| All these hoes apostles looking like they wanna gobble
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| Looking at me crazy like they've all been wearing goggles
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| Po' me up a 4
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| I'm looking like a fucking waffle
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| Feeling fucking awful |