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you seem pretty cool honest just leap up off the *** cuz the last thing I want is any beef up in between us
cuz if it comes to that, you'll see how mean a fiend gets inject the mic intravenous
dirty needle no need to clean it Sever my close ties find a cliff to pull of a nosedive take a deep breath
then I close both eyes
goin to the max like Cavallera watch souls fly, sometimes I wanna go die, Lord only knows why
Rap game economics, simple supply and demand. As long as you buyin the jams, you're financin' them
They all about Ballin Out!
Ridin in Benz'! Flossin the flyest of Jems! While they keep lying to fans!
I'm an underground vampire, that hides in a lab. All my friends outside, probably tryin' to find me a tan.
Packin a bowl for inspiration, I'm lighting a gram. Industry using sleight of the hand to sign your life to them.
Tonight's operation, go ahead, I'll sever my hand. A Shure Mic swapped in it's place would be a clever plan. Ran the wires up through the spine
Online, get ready man! Cybernetic implants advance my chance to be a veteran.
I need medicine, hard to hit a blunt with my mit fused. After-market tools rigged with tubes, held in by six screws. Easy now
to abuse these *** crews, that lack the *** used to mix fuels that combust, dust is what I'll turn your *** to.
Your style's monotone, but I ain't even speaking Guru.
Heathens preachin voodoo, arms reaching up towards a blue moon.
Invoke the spirit of evil, soul exchanged for what you choose - is fame, to have the kids believin you cool
but I see right through you
I'll always make time to school you, even if you dropped out. Got you runnin home to mom's house, you locked out. She's busy hittin the blunt
and eventually she conked out. You at the door knockin loud, she suckin me up with cotton mouth.