| Look, you talking to a god in the flesh
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| And this batiman is something that I gotta address
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| This ain’t a song pa this is a sonata of death
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| I will beat this motherfucker I’ll pinata his chest
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| This official you should talk to the ref
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| I will put this big black sawed-off to his vest
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| Have these dumdums lodged in an officers chest
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| Put your body in a box like a login address
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| Here’s a flower say hello to the dead
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| Sinatra in '59 that’s a hole in the head
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| The hammer statue of liberty, I’m lifting the torch
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| To me you just another sale, you a Christopher Cross
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| A rolling stone don’t imprison the moss
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| Azazel here exorcism is off
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| I’m focused on a billy b, you focused on a mill
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| What you focused on is silly b, I’m focused on the kill
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| Yeah
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| I’m letting this fucking yappa off
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| I’m letting this fucking yappa off
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| I’m letting this fucking yappa off
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| I’m letting this fucking whopper off
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| This motherfucker talking, I guess that he ain’t breathing
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| Sonny LoSpecchio this pussy, he ain’t leaving
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| Energy drained, malnutrition he ain’t eating
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| Crying with his mouth all bloody, he ain’t teething
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| I’m here homie in the thick of the fog
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| It’s a war torn city and I’m sick as a dog
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| I’m in my duffy it’s a Christian Lacroix
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| This a dope fiend lean and it fixed the withdrawal
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| It’s dirty here look like the spot that I got booked in
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| The type to see my face in the front like he not looking
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| Boxcutter I will shank a fairy
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| The Aston Martin is the color of a Frankenberry
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| Have your whole shit tooken with the blicky
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| A hundred round drum I can cook 'em in a jiffy
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| I ain’t the one to run from jihad
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| License to kill, but I ain’t got a gun and a badge
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| Yeah
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| I’m letting this fucking yappa off
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| I’m letting this fucking yappa off
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| I’m letting this fucking yappa off
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| I’m letting this fucking whopper off |