| I’m taking my own life, I might as well
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| And that’s where I’m going because the devil’s inside of me
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| I’m taking my own life, that’s where I’m going
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| Except they might not sell weed in hell
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| See I always have respect cause I always talk fact
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| The .38 and the 50 caliber hot, black
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| I always left with nothing but I always brought back
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| I always been a hustler, I probably go off that
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| Y’all don’t wanna go to work with the boy
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| There’s only two words that describe me: search and destroy
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| I don’t think you wanna get murked by the boy
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| My shit is military, y’alls is like a nursery toy
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| It’s hurting you boys
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| My team ain’t even hungry, we famished
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| I murder everybody, fuck collateral damage
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| I’m animal savage with Hannibal’s habits
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| I’ll mangle your cabbage
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| I walked into the parish and I strangled the faggots
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| I hang with the baddest brothers, put their trust into Jesus
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| Run with brothers who’s forty guzzlers, Islamic extremists
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| Ugly and ignorant is how they perceive us
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| I don’t care, I’m trying to deal with my personal demons
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| I’m taking my own life, I might as well
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| And that’s where I’m going because the devil’s inside of me
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| I’m taking my own life, that’s where I’m going
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| Except they might not sell weed in hell
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| Y’all don’t wanna go that route
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| Broke motherfucker need to throw his throwback out
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| If you see me drinking something good I stole that stout
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| If you see me drinking in the hood then roll back out
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| On the real I don’t want no one to bother me, cousin
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| Rapping just a little fucking bit of part of me, cousin
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| I’m just trying to have a drink at the bar with my cousin
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| I ain’t mean to be rude, god, pardon me cousin
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| I stay strapped lord, gun in the tuck
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| Young boys act wild lord funny as fuck
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| I scrap southpaw Sonny’ing you fucks
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| Look at you lord on the floor bummy as fuck, what?
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| My life been defined by death
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| So I guess if everybody dead mine is next
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| My father dropped a jewel on me, time forgets
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| It’s not as easily the mind forgets
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| Y’all know what I mean?
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| I’m taking my own life, I might as well
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| And that’s where I’m going because the devil’s inside of me
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| I’m taking my own life, that’s where I’m going
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| Except they might not sell weed in hell
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| Drag you to Hell, I’m evil dead, you can call me Sam Raimi
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| These motherfuckers want a verse but they can’t pay me
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| Fuck a funeral home, put em in the sand maybe
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| Y’all are acting like you’re big, like you’re mad gravy
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| Y’all don’t wanna beef with the god
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| Don’t have the brain power to compete with the god
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| Y’all should retreat from the god before you get turned to meat
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| Something to eat for the god, peace to the gods
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| I carry heavy shit, big guns, John Rambo
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| I’mma spot Russia like Pakistani commandos
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| How you go to war when you’re standing in sandals?
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| Now you’re dead and your family handling candles
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| Don’t even call for a truce, I’m about to end this
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| Whole motherfucker when I call for the troops
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| Reservoir dog walk with the troops
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| And I burn this motherfucker down to the ground down to its roots |