| They told me «heavy is the head that wears the crown»
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| Which is why I’m always looking down, looking like I’m always down, ayy
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| Another year, another clown, another round, another down
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| Another grave I dug, another stain that’s on my Gucci gown
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| Flip a fucking cross when I cross dress, Satan in the flesh
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| Bitch I never gave a fuck about what they said
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| Put a hole in a fuckboy head, his face a fucking mess
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| Yeah his face look like some mesh, fishnet
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| He a fucking pussy but Ruby no rookie
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| Yet another god is what I fucking could be
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| If I ever left my room, my fucking tomb
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| Dreary wishes bitch I’m doomed, the king of gloom
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| Got imposters on the roster, claim they fostered what I offered
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| Watch me zoom, fuck it
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| It’s that motherfucking anti-christ born through immaculate conception
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| Perspective or perception, sick and tired, here’s a lesson
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| Fuck your god, I’m your god, I’m your false idol
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| Burned your bible, killed your fucking archangel St. Michael
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| It’s that devil in disguise, bitch, everybody dies, bitch
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| Electric chair to fry, switch, say goodbye then blow a kiss
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| Everybody welcome to my heron paradise
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| All my demons colonize
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| G-R-E-Y, it’s the 5 to the 9
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| We are them dogs that will bite
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| Dreams that terrorize your mind at night, I spy
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| Loaded 9 mm
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| $UICIDE mind, slipping deeper
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| Creeping out my motherfucking grave
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| Creature, corpse, $lick and Plague always remain
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| Praise thy grey, Caesar of these fucking apes |