| Hate me or love me, no, I don’t care, it’s the same thing
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| .45 in your face have a great day
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| Okay, here I come with the AK
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| Okay, Yung Plague got the blank slate
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| No cake, Yung Plague got a blank plate
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| So grey, Yung Plague got to break banks
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| No pain but I numb myself anyway
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| Renegade gotta get away so I levitate
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| The human race gotta find a way to renovate
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| Keep it simple, bitch I think I’m fucking Hemingway
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| Gotta find a bitch that I can penetrate
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| Let her know I ain’t goin to inseminate
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| Separate then tell her to go meditate
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| She got depressed and overdosed now all she do is vegetate
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| Okay, hold up
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| Run up in the spot this a stick up
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| Tie the bitch up
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| Time to re-up
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| Hit 'em with the Onomatopoeia
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| When I speak up bitch I’m Jesus out the freezer because' I’m fucking cold, dead
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| Better yet a threat to any motherfucker coming at the fucking set
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| (The $carecrow) made out of roaches and locusts
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| Smokers who make waves like Moses no motive
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| Fucking some co-eds that think I’m a poet
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| But fuck it I pour it 'til I’m slumped and loaded
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| Reaching my lowest they think I’m heroic
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| Funny to me but they think that I’m chosen
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| Illusions illusions polluting the humans
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| One bullet away from my problem’s solutions
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| Sippin' on Houston while I rot and ruin
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| Almight *59 bitch I die for my union |