| Ayo, bitch
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| Going home and feeling tipsy, I'm drinking with a gypsy
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| Oh, should I fuck a slut? |
| I better not, let the dick see
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| Oh, bitch, I can, matter of fact, I'm the man
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| I could beat a motherfucker when I'm coming up on the xan, uh
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| I spit flows like I dig holes and I dig 'em deep
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| Bitch, I made a promise you know I can never keep
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| No dose, don't you get close, I'm a fucking freak
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| Gathering all the pieces of my conscience, I'm the weak
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| See me covered up in gasoline, light the fucking fire, I was never mean
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| If I need to cry, I pop a molly with a ketamine
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| I got no dopamine, do you know what I mean?
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| Hate to be a tweaker, but the more I sniff the more I mean
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| But each time that I snort they just kick less
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| So why try? |
| Clock the Glock and I quit this
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| Oh, do you love me, would you mind, if you licked piss?
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| I feel I'm only motherfucker with this sickness
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| All the junkies in the place, put your motherfucking hands up
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| Yeah, all the emos in the place, cut your motherfucking veins up
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| Yuh, bitch, I'm rapping with the bars from the Mars
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| Yuh, I'm coming from the universe (Ayo)
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| Aliens and flying cars in the frost
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| Yeah, bitch, I been living with a curse
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| Reddy coming in your town with the sound, mixing metal with the boom bap
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| Come and sell an ounce, you go bounce or be soon dead
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| Flip a switch, I make a bass so loud you'll go through that
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| Throwing a fucking bomb in the crowd with my goon bat
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| Yuh, bitch, I'm rapping with the bars from the Mars
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| Yuh, I'm coming from the universe
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| Aliens and flying cars in the frost
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| Yeah, bitch, I been living with a curse (Ayo, bitch) |