(aahh!)(aahh!)
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[Verse1: Hodgy Beats]
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Got my gun nigga'
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Got-Got my gun nigga'
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I got my gun nigga'
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I said I got my gun!
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(Nigga!)
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So you talkin' bout assault and battery?
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I'll stretch your chest cavity gradually
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When I hit a nigga' with a hem-rock, in my moment of clarity
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Death apparently, is my salvation, now bury me
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Writes in violence, niggas bloody servile it
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Violin playin' sims, while I'm in the act of being violent
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Pimps know, bitches hoes
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They call me silence cause all you hear is.. (Aaaaaahhhh!)
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Get on the fuckin' floor give me my money bitch!
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Or this bullet through your head is what your gonna see next
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I was neglected as a child, I spazz out and reflect
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And think to myself, (fuck)
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Fuck it, grab the ol' ratchet, out the whole bucket (Yeah!)
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Time for target practice in public
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The humans I shoot in the head I stuff them, Muffets fuckin' puppets
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Then move to the next victim on some flux shit
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[Hook]
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It's playful on the playground..(seesaw) It's playful, but I don't play round' (ugh)
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You niggas gon' die, any day now (ugh)
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I'm speakin' out my gold grill, and I got my chrome steel (Brraa!)
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Finna' bust a nigga' in the head any day now (day now)
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Playin' round' on the play ground (haha)(Yea!)
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On the playground, niggas die any day now (Wolf Gang!)
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[Hook x 2]
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Kill them, them all
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Watch them, them fall
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Make sure, no cops are called
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Kill them, them all
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When I say “Kill them all”, do it like theres a drill involved
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Defeat em' n' beat em', pop em' and leave em'
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Conceal a god damn weapon for a motha' fuckin' reason
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Have a homicidal mental intendent and then he's bleeding weeping
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I'm rooting for looters whos heavy shooters (yea!)
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Loadin' niggas alone nigga' cause lord nigga' sit in the booster
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Cock back the rooster and cocka' doodle doo ya'
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I got holes for hot heads, medulla oblongata
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The problem solved with salsa
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You need a hit man, cause I'm the one rasta
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Breakin' down ya' backdoor, waking ya' mom and papa
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I'm hungry, whats for dinner? Bitch nigga' and lobster?
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I don't fuck around nah, I don't fuck around
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Throwin' NFL bullets, Ochocinco touch it down
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Truth or dare bitch, I blast liars (ugh)
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And cast fires
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Leaving skinny niggas, flatter than fat tires
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[Hook x 2]
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Kill them, them all
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Watch them, them fall
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Make sure, no cops are called
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Kill them, them all
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[Hook]
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It's playful on the playground..(seesaw) It's playful, but I don't play round' (ugh)
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You niggas gon' die, any day now (ugh)
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I'm speakin' out my gold grill, and I got my chrome steel (Brraa!)
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Finna' bust a nigga' in the head any day now (day now)
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Playin' round' on the play ground (haha)(Yea!)
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On the playground, niggas die any day now (Wolf Gang!)
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[Hook x 2]
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Kill them, them all
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Watch them, them fall
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Make sure, no cops are called
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Kill them, them all
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LP
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| Mellowhype |
