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Hell on earth Yea Verge of collapse Men ready for war Marine corps leaders orders Break in door, going full bore Guns waving Yellin get on the floor Green berets all days Bodies coming ashore World going loco Postal nukes be close yo Nose for the lies Growing going Pinocchio Shit so adrift gettin lit in Tokyo Coco dope dope flow by the boatload Uh, went so high Bro broke my eye Nowhere to hide My guy don't f*ck with god Rose from the ashes Bastion of fascist bastards Crack a couple caps close the casket Go harder Kill me, trill a martyr Kid smarter Highbrow bars A scholar So who, think they want it with me? Talk real tough but look so wimpy Chalk it up to keepin ya Bentley Never cease been unleashed Long reach ya sense me No fear, Scott Got a higher gear Thank god ma Da gun wasn't near It's okay now Mama Cause I got this shit Got to spit slim thick And she coppin dick Pac with this No more pain Bop to this Rock with this On top and her tits be floppin Real loud, we ain't stoppin Smoke cloud, neighbors knockin Sex this good shit be getting toxic X flex with the pen, you obsessed with optics Born writer Mel Kiper I'm nicer 4:4 with da 40 40/40 I'll swipe Ya, swag bag Why would I bite ya? Night night My rhymes are just tighter Yea whatcha wanna know? How I got l here or who I keep close? Gotta top peers, gotta be the goat Tightness in my chest and my throat So yea, this is how it goes I guess this the path I chose I can't get past these lows Took my body won't get my soul Oh no I'ma be around I'ma be ima be ima be Loud Proud You will never take me down Click clack Better hit the ground Who you think you fuckin with? Blacked out snuffed a kid Tried to kill me Sucka said tough shit Real sorry guy This is just a business Gotta push pills To support the Mrs. Plus, must admit it You a misfit That just don't fit in Defective Detectin invective Double up initial investment Money money money Got people funnay Work all week Saturday and Sunday Fucked on ya Hyundai, feed ya hungry Children, I don't know how buildings Get turned to dust someone made some trillions O, no, did I hurt your feelins Ill with the skill can't chill Be killin instrumentals Mental illness Runnin through the country (Running through the country) Shit gettin bumpy (Bumps with the nummies) Grumpy, f*ck all you comfy Rich pricks, some people got nothin Yea, whatcha wanna know? How I got l here or who I keep close? Gotta top peers, gotta be the goat Tightness in my chest and my throat So yea, this is how it goes I guess this the path I chose I can't get past these lows Took my body won't get my soul Oh no Yea Took my body won't get my soul Oh no Yea Took my body won't get my soul Oh no Yea How we let this shit get so cold?
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