| Bitch I’m Yung Plague, with the AK steady sinning
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| Fuck life and everything that fucking comes with it
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| Put the barrel in my mouth, blow my fucking brains out
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| I don’t give a fuck about anything, now I’m finished
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| Never killed a motherfucker, but that’s 'bout to fucking change
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| Throw my ass in jail and just let me fucking decay
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| The world is fucking grey
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| I grip the fucking blade, and carve a line across my neck
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| And now I’m fucking saved
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| Bitch I pull up in that motherfucking donk
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| Florida to NO, we down to catch a homi'
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| Bipolar switching, twitching, now I’m Tony with the Tommy
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| Demonic logic, I might vomit from popping narcotics
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| Biologic product of a savage, my mama’s psychotic
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| Here to abolish, killing trees with the touch of my finger
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| My shadow’s linger, the crypt keeper, it’s $carecrow the reaper
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| Burning infernos, I’m eternal, these fuckboys just verbal
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| G-R-E-Y, hear the war cry of thousands that’s burning
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| My T is black, hell is dark, and so is my heart
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| But it’s switchin' like the nigga with the You-Gi-Oh! |
| cards
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| Against all odds, eyes on another when you loathe his God
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| The ultimate is watching, so I guess I’m in charge
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| And if you think that you’re hard, I’ma act retarded
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| Why you ride bikes? |
| Better off in a car bitch
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| I’m off it, stop, then I’m back in my starship
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| The ultimate martian in the hood will only look like I’m gothic
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| Steady mobbing, push it to the limit I could talk about rough bitch
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| Know a couple niggas that can afford the apartments
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| Black on black lens so I’m black and I’m heartless
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| Shots in the dark, I’m an excellent marksman
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| Chop a choppa down, come around with karma
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| That’s why a nigga vibe when a nigga want drama
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| Wish a nigga would like Cosmo and Wanda
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| No Timmy got a long black Jimmy
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| Smoking on that season milli and the plug is outta Philly
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| And I still tote the semi when I’m runnin' through the city
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| Like a motherfucking renegade
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| Reminiscing 'bout the brothers of my old days
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| All back bringing back to my old ways
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| Closed case, peel a nigga like a young K, my nigga
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| Drowning in my thoughts around inside will kill me in the sleep
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| Feeling all my days are numbered, count until the end of me
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| Angel wings broken but I’ll never let the devil creep
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| ULT for life and I’ma rap until the death of me
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| Drowning in my thoughts around inside will kill me in the sleep
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| Feelin' like all my days are numbered, count until the end of me
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| Angel wings broken but I’ll never let the devil creep
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| Ultimately $uicidal that means I can never sleep |