| Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
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| Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
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| Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
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| Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
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| Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
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| Once it’s gonna come and getchya
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| Hitchya with the razor slitchya
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| UnHoly, niggas need to stay up off my dick though
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| Sick though, when I hitchya with the wicked rhyme
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| Stickin’it in your mind, rewind the Flatline
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| Unload, explode, here’s the new episode
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| Paranoia, can’t do nuttin for ya Helter skelter, mind melter, if I feltchya
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| If I die, I’m goin to Hell, who do ya tell?
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| Run from the Devil, gotta shovel, gravedigga
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| How you gonna kill a dead nigga, if you figure I’m dead?
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| Here’s the oops upside ya head
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| Here’s a hot piece a lead, an instead I walk the Flatline
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| If I’m on the Flatline’s, it means I’m 'bout to lose my mind
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| Death is the seventh sign, and I’m runnin’outta time, so check this
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| I’m a suicidalist, that means I ain’t afraid to die
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| If I play the game of death, that means I play the game to die
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| Russian roulette, hit my two and reenact the fooly
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| Unruly, you’ll see me lose my cool G Click, click, click, click, clickity, click, click
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| Cock the hammer, and when it slams, God damn, (gunshot) bam
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| Flatline… Flatline…Flatline…Flatline
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| Well I walk the Flatlines and I’m 'bout to lose my grip
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| Gotta gun in my hand, wrapped around my finger tips
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| If I slip then I might catch a hole in my head
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| Sceamin’out bloody redrum, for somethin I said um My minds goin Bedlam, flash backs of Rambo
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| So much pressure, I grab the ammo off my dresser
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| I’m shakin', I start to tremble, for Jack Me Nimble
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| My mind starts crashin’like a symbol, and I’m in limbo
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| To calm me down I think I better count to ten
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| But I only made it to nine, I did a Flatline |