| Now, look me in my fucking eyes and tell me what you see
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| A murderer that’s in disguise that stabs you while you sleep
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| It’s raining blood from all the victims I done ripped apart
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| Stand in the corner with the blade basking up in the dark
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| Bitch, I’ll be gone, these couple last days I done lost my mind
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| Poppin' the clip and cocked it back, bust you straight from the nine
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| I’ll nail your punk ass to the cross then leave you to decay
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| That’s what you get for thinkin' you could stand up with the Grey
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| Poundin' on my chest, it’s the gorilla in the graveyard
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| Talkin' all that gangster shit, I’ll run up, bitch, and pull your card
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| Ana got me clickin', bustin', suckas might need bodyguards
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| Shut the fuck up, bitch, I want your life, fuck leavin' just some scars
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| Bitch, is you fucking stupid?
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| Of course motherfuckers wanna hear that new Son of Serpentine
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| They don’t want to bump your lame-ass shit
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| Ramirez grab the SK, I’ll grab the AK
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| We going full throttle, pussy
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| Swerving through the interstate and twisted off the mescaline
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| When it rains and pours I’m sittin' in the dark and plottin' schemes
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| Thirsty for the blood, I crumble Earth, the Son of Serpentine
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| Thumbin' through these hundreds while I’m puffin' on a Russian cream
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| Thinkin' that your God can hear you inside of these walls
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| I’ma snipe your fucking legs and leave you on the floor to crawl
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| Let me take this fucking minute just to scream out, «Fuck the law»
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| You see the hair that’s on my chest, I open up and break you off
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| Just a shit fuck, they don’t show remorse about no bullshit
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| The murderer that sens your mama pics and body parts with it
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| Time is fuckin' tickin', gotta make a move and make it quick
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| Strapped up with a mask and pull it down and hit another lick |