| Creeping out the shed, gun in hand, time to make a stain
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| Cock it back and put the lead, grrah grrah, let it rain
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| Overdosing rookies, I’m the bookie for the fucking Devil
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| Jacket full of metal, in the flames where the $carecrow meddle
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| Every time I smoke on the dope 'til my lungs choke
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| $licky keep that rope on my throat, hanging off the oak
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| Bodies in the river, feeling bitter with a spotted liver
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| Send a killer quitter, pull the trigger on the fucking mirror
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| I be coughing up my lungs, gotta problem with them blunts
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| You know Ruby never fucked witcha, I never sold no drugs
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| I ain’t worried about money, I don’t want to feel numb
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| That’s why I’m holding up this gun
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| Don’t need protection from no one
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| That’s my escape route, pull the plug
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| Ruby suicidal, I know $lick is suicidal
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| Bitch, I’m guiding my disciples right out of this fucking cycle
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| Bitch just grab that fucking rifle
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| Aim between their fucking eyes
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| So they just wait for the revival
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| Dial 666 on my phone, hoe
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| The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn’t
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| exist |