*featuring Yungbuck (Psycho Drama)
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What happens when you combine the darkness with the light?
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[Yungbuck]
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I'm bringing pain like two bad nurses, and the pain from these here
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motherfuckin verses ridiculous thirstses involving hearses
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to the dirt shit first picks and use'n autos to work with
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Slugs to the shirt shit (just to squirt shit)
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A wicked hit with an expert kick
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and burst 'til the earth split leave you hurt bitch
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Show you how worser than worst get in the zone
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See the vein when the pain repel
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and then they closin the curtains bitch
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(when adrenaline's pumpin')
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I don't understand discussion, only hear certain shit
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I'm a misunderstood nigga and I'm off my square high
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Got me reversin clips and dispersin shit
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[Twista]
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What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
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to make me wanna jump off of the edge
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I'm charged off of suckers gettin shot up off the ledge
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No pain, instead of 'caine I took a blunt off to the head
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(so tell me what it said)
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Retaliate with lethal repercussion
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I feel the reefer rushin
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to go into thangs, like it's a wicked stick
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Took the Benadryl, hot like I'm fin' ta steal
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to get the kickin shit
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for niggaz and bitches that I kick it with
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I was born to get you pumped up
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it's like some lead bust cause I give motherfuckers a head rush
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Then yo' head bust when you jumped up
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Cause what I said must've got you geeked, my eyes red puffed
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from smokin shit that niggaz hit on to die
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Make me wanna slip the clip on the side
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And if you act a bitch on the side, if we have to
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then the whole Westside'll let the shit go on and ride
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when the trigga bust
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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That's your adrenaline rush
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like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
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to make his opposition chest kick up and jump
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when you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh
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That's your adrenaline rush
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like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
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to make a trigger pick up and dump
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so turn the bass, kick up and bump
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and let the rhythm hit off the trunk
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[Twista]
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pullin up and bailin out like we're carsick, I'm ready to start shit
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start up buryin some heads like an ostrich
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and unload the whole cartridge and throw the shells out the garbage
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the hardest of motherfuckers could never achieve what I've accomplished
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Yungbuck's my accomplice
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Located his existance with my sixth sense like a compass
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and starting on a journey established to stop this
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rushin up the hearts of the niggaz to get em charged
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what's the real reason?
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All you haters try to murder me so now it's kill season
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And even though I'm still bleedin
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I'm comin after you cause I'm still breathin
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And y'all can't trace me
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I bury my victims in the wall like gacey too lyrical
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and since its nipple my umbilical these flows is critical
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This music is miracle like I'm biblical
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Killin like I'm nuttier than buddy love
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and still wouldn't leave a bloody glove and start the truck up
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and speed the fuck up getaway smokin this blunt
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Dump the adrenaline eruptin my viens I'm pumped up
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[Yungbuck]
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And I'm calibrated at 360 degrees
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See that's 300 niggaz that gon die about 60 slugs to do this deed
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(Psycho Drama) we too much for the industrialistic fuck
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with this on the brink of fuckin up some shit
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Dismantle deduct some shit
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It's hard to imagine what niggaz got nerves to do
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(what niggaz got nerves to do)
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So I guess I'll just take that fuckin' nerve from you
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then think what I'm on the verge to do
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And I got the urge to ooh let semi close yo curtains fool
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from killin the verses fool I be one of the worstest dude
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(you the who?)
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I'm the worstest workin about 9 millimeters above your surface
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unleash these thangs then I defeat yo purpose bitch you hurtin
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[Chorus]
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Adrenaline Rush
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| Twista |
