| Strike it before it hits my vein
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| I’m not the woman my father was
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| Baphomet beelzebubs are bubblin'
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| Suck it up through a funnel and my visions a' doublin'
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| Amyl and non-humans, a lot of trouble, double double
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| Bad boon’s blood and then now charm is firm and good
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| Grew up Harmony Korine that’s why I’m misunderstood
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| Foster care and no electricity, Australia hood
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| Other kids had it good, girlhood was torn from me
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| Parenthood unknown to me, Hollywood thrown on me
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| Friends so young and dumb and nobody warned me
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| Can’t trust a bitch
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| Strike it before it hits
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| Strike it before it hits
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| They want nothing when we pull up
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| West Sea reppin' blowing up bazooka
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| Changing positions like Kama Sutra
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| On my way up, I ain’t care what I say adlay
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| That’s me, K to the E, A, R, V
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| I just ate the last E
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| Give her 20 minutes when I come kickin'
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| Make her see the fuckin' Devil everytime that I grin
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| I’m a mother fuckin' beast everytime that I rap
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| So I take a breath while my cone gets packed
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| Real motherfucker only rockin'
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| Back in the days where the party gettin' crashed, I’ll be
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| Back to back, droppin' bangers
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| Do this shit for cash
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| Shouts out to the Crims and the Slangers
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| Little white lace
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| weapon that I’m comin' to get 'em
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| That’s a promise, I ain’t threatenin'
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| People hatin', I ain’t met 'em
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| I know you a fan and your girl keeps starin'
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| I was sharin', pussy hot like a heater
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| I just fuck her, you eat her
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| Hot, cold like a freezer
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| I just follow myself 'cause I be a leader
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| Only 22, but the kid
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| I ain’t need any money for a feature
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| I’m different to these cunts, I’m an unknown creature
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| They call me That Kid Kearve
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| And it’s nice to meet ya
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| Strike it before it hits
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| Strike it before it hits
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| Can’t trust a bitch, another friend lost
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| All these bitches are crazy, it pains me
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| Truth is a savior, you are deranged
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| That I can’t clean your stains, so we are estranged
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| Me and these girls ain’t the same
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| Ain’t got no shame, it’s a shame
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| I’m on the edge of a blade and this cunt’s gon' catch a fade
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| The feelin' of hate is mutual, ain’t it?
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| I’m a sledge hammer and you are a nail
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| Bitch let’s get it straight I ain’t fail to impale
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| Ya tales of victimhood are stale
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| And smell like bullshit when I inhale
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| Been hearin' your lies from Australia to L. A
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| You crossed the line cunt so I sic my adlays
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| Saw flames in your eyes as I slit your throat
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| Bitch had a bad day, it’s murder she wrote
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| And I take a toke and forget all about it
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| Lizard queen cunt, only dumb bitches doubt it
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| Strike it before it hits
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| Strike it before it hits
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| I can’t trust a bitch
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| I can’t trust a bitch |