| — Please, father, have mercy
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| — God has mercy, I don’t
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| Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
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| I sever the limbs, I chop
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| Wait for the day, I’mma see them drop
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| Bitch wanna play, gonna get that pop
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| Kill for the habbit, so don’t you stop
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| I’mma get that grip and I shoot that Glock
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| Cold ass lips, motherfucker, you rot
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| Play with the brain, then I sip on the blood
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| Talk that shit, then I cut trough the gut, bitch
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| I slay with the blade just to deal with the pain
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| Don’t you pray, don’t you pray
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| Fuck, in the end it’s all the same
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| I slay with the blade just to deal with the pain
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| Don’t you pray, don’t you pray
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| Fuck, in the end it’s all the same
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| I’m done with the shit, bitch, I’m done with the dope
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| Don’t need to pop it to get in the mode
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| Still want to clip and I still want to go
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| Bitch, I still wanna blow my brains up on the floor
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| You know what the fuck is up
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| When I pull up with the Glock
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| Point it to my fucking head
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| For the bitch I never had
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| You know what the fuck is up
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| When I pull up with the Glock
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| Point it to my fucking head
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| For the bitch I never had
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| Bitch, I come from the grave, I sleep
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| Ain’t no turning back, all the wounds, they’re deep
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| No other way, bitch, I let them grieve
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| You’ll be the reason I decide to leave
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| You’ll be the reason I decide to leave
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| You’ll be the reason I decide to leave
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| You’ll be the reason I decide to leave
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| You’ll be the reason I decide to leave
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| Sipping blood
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| Sipping blood
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| Sipping blood
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| Sipping blood |