| I talked to Kev already
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| He said, I separated myself from most homies
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| Cause most enemies started out to be close homies
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| Hehehehehe
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| Yeah! |
| Dinner and a Movie!
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| Go buy my album (that's a fact)! |
| Brotha Lynch Hung!
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| Yeah
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| I was sitting in a room with a pistol, schizo
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| Fist full of bullets and my grips low, I’m mad
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| They say my music ain’t Strange enough
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| So I signed on the dotted line with strange an stuff
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| Now I’m back (I'm back), I’m bad like LL and ladies love me
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| But fuck 'em I make they bodies smell, I got a psycho bitch
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| She’ll cut you well
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| Leave you in a trashcan, you better get my mail
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| I’m so serious, believe it
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| I’m furious, I’m fuckin' them bitches
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| While they on their period, I’m seasick
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| See, here’s my brand new meat dish
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| Intestines and bell peppers and onions
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| And salt, my delicatessen
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| Cheap Trick, I want you to want me
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| Then I turn around and put ya head in my humvee
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| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
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| Gripping on a pistol
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| Way too potent n' like sisco
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| Overdose
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| You ain’t getting up in the morning
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| Hit you over dinner and a movie
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| I’m schizo
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| I plotted my next murder in the bedroom
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| Gripping on a pistol
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| Way too potent n' like sisco
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| Overdose
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| You ain’t waking up in the morning
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| Hit you over dinner and a movie
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| I’m schizo
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| Somebody roll another motherfuckin' blunt
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| Other motherfuckers want
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| My siccness spit
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| Put it up in ya mother cunt
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| Put it up in ya daughter’s butt
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| And just when that’s happening
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| My psycho bitch is running up and she gone put a cap in em
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| Slashin' em, cut em half and butt it in that ass
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| And after the fact
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| I’mma keep coming with psycho shit
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| Murdering others like michael pitt
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| Matter of fact, liposuction
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| Gutt em up, cutt em up
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| My face is in the paper
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| All it said was «what a nut»
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| Ya buttercup
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| You can’t even get with me did I stutter, what?
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| Motherfucker, somebody shut him up
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| Before I plug him up, gun em up, when is enough?
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| Nigga, nuts and hamburger
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| It’s just another damn murder |