| $ui-$ui-$ui-$uicide
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| Back from the Dead
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| $witchblade
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| I got dreams of blowing my brains out
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| While fucking some bitches in the mouth
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| Keep these hoes wet with a jaw full of clout
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| Young white demon from the south
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| Drinking lean, never liquor
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| Two-phone shawty, dial up the digits
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| Anarchy’s the mission
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| Said fuck a religion
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| Can I get a witness? |
| Uh
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| Syrup in my Icee, having threesomes at the movies
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| That’s the beauty of the groupies
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| Just gone and ask Lil' Uzi
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| $uicide, unifies all the scrutinized
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| So please either crucify or euthanize
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| My super size fantasy to cease my life
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| Never, never sold crack but I smoked it
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| Think you the cream of the crop
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| Imma bring out the locusts
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| Hold up lemme focus
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| Yeahhhhh
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| Bitch, I’m sipping brain punch
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| Drain my lunch’s veins
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| Blood stains in my fangs, punk
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| Rock, paper, scissors
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| Shoot goo in your dame, uh
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| Walking with a limp
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| Notre Dame Hunch
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| Back to the bat cave and pack a wrap fat
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| Blaze up plankton
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| I’m fried like Frankenstein
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| Can’t think right
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| Put a gun to my head with a blank in mind
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| Take my time
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| Away from life
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| I fucking hate my gears and cranks
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| They grind
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| All day and night
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| I might delay my decay if I gave a flying fuck (but I don’t)
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| But I don’t, uh |