| Two seperate worlds, opposites
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| Yet alike in so many many ways
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| Both of these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other
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| The war of good versus evil, which is which, you decide
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| Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end
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| And that special magical little item is that of which we call
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| The hollow tip bullet
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| Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa
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| Dark Carnival psychopathic wig spiltta (Anybody)
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| Move and change it’s time to rearrange
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| So love a dinosaur that you can’t tame
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| I bring pain, what you think I’m playin a game?
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| Detroit is my home, Eastside’s what I claim
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| Fuck a balla, I represent the 313
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| With tech nines and green tree it’s a luxury
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| That’s how it is and I ain’t changin for shit
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| Walk the earth mean muggin, waitin for someone to trip
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| I’m sick and tired of fuckin waitin for you wannabe thugs to quit
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| That’s why I keep it underground and drop the killa shit
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| For juggalos that keep it real non-stop
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| Keep away from juggahos unitl I load up my Glock
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| Cuz in Detroit we got mother fuckin problems
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| And all the gun play that you hear is my homies tryin to solve them
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| You can’t tell me anythang
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| Hollowpoints control the game
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| I can tell ya once they’re triggered
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| Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa)
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| I got a brand new tech that I’m dyin to use
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| Play games with this killa and you destined to loose
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| Mental stress, keepin me alive
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| Sniffin lines of gunpowder to start off the night
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| Curbside gangbanger with some mark ass bitches
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| Gun smoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches
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| I’m just an average individual, street slangin convict
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| Pocket full of bullets ready to use 'em up quick
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| You ask my name (ABK), you know the game ain’t changed
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| Labeled as a killa bustin caps all the same
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| As any other mother fucker with a piece and little bit of attitude
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| Runnin through the streets actin rude
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| So hate if you want to, but I’mma keep my focus
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| And continue with the magic that I practice with the lotus
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| Psychopathic and I’m down for life
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| And anyone who disagree let these hollowpoints change your mind
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| You can’t tell me anythang
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| Hollowpoints control the game
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| I can tell ya once they’re triggered
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| Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa)
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| I feel the urge to murder, there’s no need to cure me
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| Civilized under the light, at night I’m filled with fury
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| Is it true that the people who you hang with rub off?
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| Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off?
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| Imagine everytime you woke up, you was gettin choked up
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| And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up
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| The type of shit that most people call unreal
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| But it’s the thing that makes you feel the way to deal is just to kill
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| Crazy ballistic cause my head is untrained
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| With the empty fuckin wallet so there’s so much to gain
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| If I appeal to you do you think I keep it real with you?
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| Turn your back and let my hollowpoints drill in you
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| What type of person do you think that I am?
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| Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands
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| Don’t get it in your head that I would never hurt you
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| Cuz the ones that gettin shot are the ones that deserve to
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| You can’t tell me anythang
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| Hollowpoints control the game
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| I can tell ya once they’re triggered
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| Things will never be the same (Anybody Killa) |