Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
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Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
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You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
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I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
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Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
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Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
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Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
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You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
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I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
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Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam)
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Throw another one up in the grave, I don’t need an AK
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Put a double-sided blade in the main vein
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Watchin' you leak like a broken pipe
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I’m the soft-spoken type but when I channel the archetype
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I cannot speak, only dig deep
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Into abysmal depression to find what I cannot unsee
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I’m a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
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Calculate everything, reincarnated Crowley
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Fuck the fame, fuck the drugs, I’m on cloud nine
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I meditate, fuck LaVey, you so fake divine
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I’ll bring you back to life to shoot you in your fuckin' face
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The Blackmage, flip the page while I burn sage
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Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
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Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
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You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
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I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
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Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
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Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
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Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
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You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
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I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
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Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam)
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So many people all around me, yet I feel so alone
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I’m a dead man walkin', zombies singin' my song
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You want that fuck you music? |
Go blow your brains out to it
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Florida’s finest, you’ll find us inside that broke down hoopty
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People in front of my face but they really wanna bust a hole in my back
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I been on go for a minute but they really wanna move me off of my track
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Yeah, I got a bitch but I still got a thousand nasty hoes on my sack
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Underground Underdog, a hunnid racks flexin' but still roam with the rats
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Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
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Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
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You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
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I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
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Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
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Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
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Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
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You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
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I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)
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Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam) |