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Just skitsofrantic, don't panic |
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Just leave me alone, get the fuck on |
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Skitsofrantic to the bone, when i'm home |
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I can hear people walking in the other room |
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Cooking up chicken, chilling in my kitchen |
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Try to drive home, someone's in the back |
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Whisperin words, reeling on my neck |
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Flick in my ear, i know they're right there |
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But i can't see em in my mirror, uh |
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Laying in my bed, i'm better off dead |
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They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head |
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Hiding under covers, they're trying to get me |
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But i can tell one of them is under there with me |
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I got a phone call, i can't pick it up |
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Can't do a thing, just let it ring |
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Cuz if i do, the phone will explode |
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I think i better leave him on hold |
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Just skitsofrantic, don't panic... |
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I better just chill, bitch get real |
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I know you're trying to poison my meal, i know the deal you want me dead so that you can get paid |
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I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time |
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I gotta kill them or they'll kill me |
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Who's these guys trying to walk down my street |
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He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin' |
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I'm a give his ass somethin (gunshot), motherfucker |
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The man next door try to take me out |
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So i set a pipe bomb and blew up his house |
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Here come the cops, i don't know shit |
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How do i know you're legit, bitch? |
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I hate to say it, but fuck mark crem |
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Cuz i can tell, he's just one of them |
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Every night i see him on my little tv |
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He's always looking at me, why?!!! |
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Just skitsofrantic, don't panic... |
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Sittin in my room, everything's dark |
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I think i heard somebody fart |
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Now how can this be, ain't nobody home but me |
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And somebody's trying to turn the key, hello? |
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I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes |
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Pulled out an axe and take all my clothes |
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Paint my face like a wicked clown |
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I'm down, straight skitsofrantic |
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Just skitsofrantic, don't panic... |
