| I’m going in, blacking out
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| Here we go again
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| I’m sick like I been drinking rat poison
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| Mixing it with Henn'
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| Let me get this in
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| I’mma get into that siccness shit
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| Witness it, it’ll be a Christmas gift
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| Ripping this bitch’s clitoris
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| Sicc as shit
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| I’mma get rid of the dead body
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| Sleep with his head by me
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| Smokin' on that purple shit
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| Eyes looking red and Chinese
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| Yellow like a Siamese cat
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| Somebody better feed that
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| I’mma get hideous and here he is
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| And now he’s seriously furious
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| And now his memory is black
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| Got me a knife and a MAC
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| Caught you sleeping in a deep sleep
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| You get a knife in the back
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| Hard off with the sawed off
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| And I’m all off that sack
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| Couple of pills and I’m smack, what’s that?
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| Muskrat, I’mma bust back, trust that
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| Cut that and it’s just that, just that
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| Cut 'em up like cut crack
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| And I spit that button up
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| Better get back, shit splat
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| Get that, I’mma kick back, it’s that
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| Spyderman, get back, fall back
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| All that, call that raw tactics
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| Hittin' 'em up with no practice
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| At this crack is atlas
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| Pack his bag, it’s dinnertime
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| Anytime, that’s it
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| Red Dead Bodies
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| That’s how we like it!
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| I’m off this cherry AK
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| Me and the crime boss, he’s Mr. Kevin
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| ?Let off 11, nigga Chevrolet?
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| No, I meant to say
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| ?Hecka love to get Chevrolet?
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| We draw the heat like police sketch artist
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| Reach in the arsenal, meat fillet and eat for days
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| Eat the street up, like when I see 'em
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| Knife in between 'em
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| Lights off, nightcrawler
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| RIP THE SHEETS UP!
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| One nigga dead, two niggas dead, three up
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| Get up, kill up everybody in the house with the nina
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| Not bury the body, gotta carry the body
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| 'Till they see us, in the back seat with the C-Section cleaver
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| I got an erection with no protection, give her infected needles
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| And I tested positive for arsenic ??? |
| in this cathedral
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| Red Dead Bodies full of lead, bloody bed, that’s what I said
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| When I head directly to the meat, watch for the feds and
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| I’m smoking Pineapple Headband, hand cannon
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| Ran up in your house, demand a ransom
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| Circumstances, murder? |
| dance and one?
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| Reach in the back, then act, kidnapping your grandson
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| Pull the sheets back and release tactical handguns
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| Red Dead Bodies
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| That’s how we like it!
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| Baby don’t cry
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| Dry your eyes
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| Your mom and daddy dies by me sticking an ice pick in their eyes
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| I got you a little surprise
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| Nigga nuts and guts and look at this
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| Nigga, what the fuck I took a hit
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| Right in the bitches thighs
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| Lec’d it when I wreck it, check it
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| Leave a bitch butt naked in seconds
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| Cut a bitch up in little sections
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| You should have protection, a weapon
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| Spyderman had a weapon, crept in
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| You should never be slept in
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| Kevin’s eating up midsections
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| Bet I’m leaving bleeding
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| He’s wet and sweating
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| Double kicking niggas like Tekken, and yet I’m
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| Leaving niggas like a jet, and settin
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| Bombs up for the weapon, let 'em
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| He don’t really wanna test 'em
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| Unless I’m leavin then he might test 'em
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| ?Nine sex 'em?
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| Siccer than Joe Pesci, leaving the bedroom messy, messy
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| Just 'cause your bitch wanna have sex with me
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| She gonna end up becoming my recipe
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| Lying dead next to me
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| Cause niggas be falling off like sesame seeds, trust me
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| I won’t call it off, he was messing with me, he rusty
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| Red Dead Bodies
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| That’s how we like it! |