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i fill u pussies wit led, if you don't fled- sendin points to head- n leave you next to the others in my back shed-
n im dat ***** that's mad shady- no mind, so im mad crazy- lock your girl in the crib, cause i steal ladies-
i got a mad theme, with a creme scheme- my ass is mad mean- fuck around n blast mad zines'-
you may have it, but my spits older- wit more rocks n boulders- knockin heads right off pussies shoulders-
n givin ho'z they daily fix- im runnin' wit the tripple six- nailin faggot cowards 2 a crucifix-
n the flow i stay spitten- leave ho'z shitten- im gettin dimez, while u get chickenz-
i tell my goons 2 sick'em- when i bust heads they say i stricken- when i die that ***** christ gunna say good riddens-
n most likely imma die in a prison cell- leavin bods in wells- makin *****z think they in a livin hell-
n im leavin all the city shot- wit mad glocks- imma run this game, till my body rots-
puttin *****z heads through t.vs- bizzys wanna breeze- n *****z wanna peel me-
steamin ho'z like a bad sauna- all bad so im fucked wit karma- killin *****z so quick, they that they being burried in their pajamas
lol
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