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u-god |
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chorus |
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Ruff out here |
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Im out here fightin |
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Cold and hungry |
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Fish ain' t bittin |
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Life' s so frightening |
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I' m damn near thumpin |
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Cold and crumbling |
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Nothin' s hatching |
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Now im back |
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In stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go |
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Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa |
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Stuck in the cold in the cold no place to go |
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Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaa |
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Im out here fightin |
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Cold and hungry |
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Fish aint bittin |
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Lights so brightlin |
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Damn near thumpin |
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Broke and crumbling |
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Nothin' s hatchin |
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Now im back |
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In stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go |
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Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaa |
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Stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go cold |
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Exploooooooooooooooode |
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u-god |
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I hit the concrete |
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Show and proove to all the ruff man in stove fuse burn it' s bomb week |
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Watch when i snug e' m |
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You won' t see nutin |
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But the dust when the mightiest to the finest crust |
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The blindest the vodka' s don' t yo |
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We rabbit the land |
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Unkind it' s hard to manage |
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Fbi |
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And the public eye |
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The rap seems sord of savage but those |
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Live in the math |
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As doc cash livin fast |
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Shang fool anger |
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Consealed in ims |
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Out the ass of the 36 chamber |
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God get a grasp |
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It' s rhyme time |
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Time' s is gettin harder |
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Damn he spoilled rotten |
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Hot livin colla |
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Remember when coke was 18. 00 a gram |
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Now i was a scholar for sellin bottles |
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Now im in the high class models |
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Never to rest |
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Material' s his eyes |
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On fire on my chest |
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Stress full throttle |
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Russian' s still place yard testin my strengh |
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Fuck you with my motto |
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" huff" |
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Here why? ? ? ? ? ? ? for survivel i monster truck you |
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Buck you some more |
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You be stuck to the wall with a big fuck you fuck you |
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In the search continue |
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I build to fill my cup |
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For peace of american life |
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I don' t really give a fuck |
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I don' t wanna die i don' t wanna go |
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I wan' t total knowledge i don' t wanna be hold left in the cold pickin up |
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Our garbage |
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My lung' s are grungy die harder four course swash by diction in the graphd |
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Man lord' s hungry. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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chorus |
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Im out here fightin |
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Cold and hungry |
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Fish ain' t right in |
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Nice so bright in |
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I' m damn near thumpin |
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Cold and crumbling |
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Nothin' s hatching |
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Now im back |
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In stuck in the cold in the cold with no place to go |
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Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo |
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Stuck in the cold the cold no place to goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo |
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Im out here fightin cold and hungry |
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Fish ain' t right in |
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Nice so bright in |
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I' m damn near thumpin |
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Broke and crumbly |
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Nothin' s hatchin |
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Now im back |
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In stuck in the cold |
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In the cold |
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With no place to gooooooooooooooooooooo |
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Stuck in the cold |
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In the cold |
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With no place to go |
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Cold exploooooooooooooooode |