| Chillin' with the poltergeist, he wear his frozen clothes
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| Casket thrashing ‘til I die, these bitches know that
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| It’s a ghost town, suicide
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| The wind ain’t blowin', the leaves ain’t fallin'
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| The trees ain’t growing, rivers ain’t flowing
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| Blood overflowing, I know you know this
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| Sippin' my potion, I’m a slug
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| Find me in the dirt, you with the roaches
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| Find me rappin' and husslin', selling the purp
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| I’m with it, you want it?
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| Got that shit that make yo' chest hurt
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| That’s if you want it, I’m a criminal pimpin'
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| The infant that stay with the weird motherfuckers
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| With the boys at the crib be off in the garden
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| These hoes are the hardest, these rappers retarded
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| I’m sick, though
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| Depression comin' creepin' in and take you by surprise
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| One day you alive, then the next day you die
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| Chillin' by myself I don’t need nobody
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| Find me in the room, just another fuckin' body
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| See me on the news but you don’t know nothin' about me
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| We live in a society that’s full of fuckin' copies
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| (And here is the hardest part)
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| Put it to your head and pull the trigger
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| Kill these motherfuckers, waiting patient for the flow to come
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| It’s like I got some supernatural powers, I’m the chosen one
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| These bitches want me dead, I’m bustin' back
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| I got a golden gun inside my fuckin' hand
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| I pick a hater, put a hole in one
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| I been working, she been twerking on my fucking dick
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| Pussy perfect but she never got a compliment
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| I’m too busy stacking twenties cause my money spent
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| I got kicked out of the crib, I couldn’t pay my rent
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| Young pussy, old pussy, come pussy go
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| Never stay the same with these motherfuckin' hoes
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| They be triflin' like «Why you ain’t recycling for?»
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| Shut the fuck up bitch, I’ll break my bottle right on the floor
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| I’m smokin' dope, I’m getting throat
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| This beat is wavy, I’m a boat
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| Bitch I hope you never know the shit I do when I’m alone
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| Hell is my home, and I ain’t pickin' up my phone
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| Get the fuck out my zone, and watch yo motherfuckin' tone, bitch
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| Chilling by myself, I don’t need nobody
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| Find me in the room just another fuckin' body
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| Dope on the spoon bitch, I’m looking like a zombie
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| I don’t wanna move, you won’t see me at the party |