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They call me hektik |
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Cause the way the players ?interject? it |
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You talk shit you gonna regret it. |
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Fuck it you said it. |
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Watch your mouth fool! |
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Im on the move. |
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Time to play |
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For words you say. |
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One level of pain. |
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Or display bitch back off. |
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Two later ??? |
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You jack off. |
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Leavin you wishin that you was dead off. |
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The planet, people that'll stand, lemme explain. |
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All this shit you talked drove me, insane. |
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But my brains swells, my ears bleed and all of that.??? |
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Is underrated remember that. |
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Ears get cracked. |
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With baseball bats. |
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I love the sound it makes, when it pings. |
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I even love it when my ears bleed. |
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Stompin suckas in a second. |
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Leave you with no sign of recollection. |
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Rearrange your ???? ?recession? |
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Diease affection hopin |
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I die slowly. |
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Covered in cornstalks, protected by the oak trees. |
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Freeze!Motha fuckas, get yo hands in the air, motha fuckas! |
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This aint a game, |
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I dont talk shit! |
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I slit necks just because. |
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Catchin the buzz. |
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Keepin a lookout for the ?fuzz? |
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If I get hit by the cops, im goin out like val kilmer. |
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Heat the whole squad, droppin the bomb, then watch em simmer. |
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Pain is a beautiful thang, it makes my spine shiver. |
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Murder for hire, better believe |
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I deliver.[Chorus 2x] |
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If you think somebody's dissin you. |
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They probally are. |
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So far, all |
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I been hearin is player hatin.[Jamie Maddrox] |
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As we movin with the speed of the robot sonic exhust. |
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Chronic fumes fuel. |
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Gin and tonic. |
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Half of the world is corrupt and alive. |
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Other half is depressed and they want to die. |
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I.S.I.Why ask why? |
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Relize, theirs a killer in your face, look him in his eyes. |
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Before your body dies. |
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Im gonna grab your soul straight up out yo chest. |
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Put it in my blackglass jar, with all the rest. |
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Of the compitetion. |
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Pack rhymes with precision. |
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Eliminatin advisaries in all local divisions. |
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Im cuttin like incision while other suckas is missin. |
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With the love ? three niggas and college with tuition. |
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Take a listen, |
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I drop knowledge like a teacher. |
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An ill preacher, preachin his ?serment? |
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All they learnin howto sing along. |
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With this dead man's song. |
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He's got an ax in his head so |
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I know what side he's on. |
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And braindead people always say right on. |
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They got 10 on the weed cause we all highons. |
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We let bigons be bigons. |
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And then dismiss. |
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Yo wack ass bitches none of you biz. |
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Fuck a diss. |
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Cause you let your colors know, too many times. |
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It goes way deeper than rhymes. |
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Fuck a beat, cause |
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I rock acapella. |
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Crazy ass fella. |
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Use to fuck |
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Cinderella. |
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In the back of the |
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Pumpkin Coach. |
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Smokin roach after roach. |
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Fuck her all night and have her make french toast. |
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Coast to coast. |
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Drop knowledge like a teacher. |
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I.S.I. in this bitch we playin the preachers.[Chorus 2x] |
