(Verse)
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It's alive
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The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist
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Killer cartel rule the land with an iron fist
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Ruste Juxx I be spitting that
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Body ill rapper, hommie watch who you gettin' at
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Rap, the bold cat snap back
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I hit you with a bat 'til you cap snap back
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Fusion, knocking on them pearl gates
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I'm organizing late, tune moves and early waits
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For any high stepper tryin' to dance with the devil
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Grave digger, stand over your corpse with a shovel
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Dropping dirt on it, filling up and then unmount it
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Building something on the lance, and now I gotta dig a ¡®em out
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Hood fella', I run for dinero
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Too many lives lost for tryin' to be a hero
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My patience is 0, I'm keepin' it a hundred
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Every time I have a fight in my life I never fronted
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(Hook x2)
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I'm the illest man walking
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Night of the living dead, tomb stone pop pop
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Got a price on my head, grave yard shipping
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Gotta keep the monsters fed
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Things that go bump in the night fool you scared
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(Verse)
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I spit a murder verse scary as I
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The 31st house keepers street
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We been enduring my dirty work
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Marijuana spark up, playing that drum like Travis Barker
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Fam' I will valet park ya
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Take your keys and get that cake before you leave
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Gun talk shooting the breeze,
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I put a popper to your chopper drop a hundred MC's
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Heart in below, wanna spit the summer degrees
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That mac wind made his hat spin
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This is there's a million mad men in my trash bin
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So when I bucket you fast I say calm your friend lying
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I call it muscle relaxer
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There's also violence in silence
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We all get sleep, me home, you six feet deep
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We all know a heavy hitter, who ever want it
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Everytime I step to the plate, I never bun it
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(Hook x2)
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I'm the illest man walking
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Night of the living dead, tomb stone pop pop
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Got a price on my head, grave yard shipping
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Gotta keep the monsters fed
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Things that go bump in the night fool you scared
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(Verse)
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I'm a product of the projects, a menace to society
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My conscience states pride, always put my greed pitch violently
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Give me that, run that, kill me or I come back
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Take em where I wanna take homie, I'm a scumbag
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So disrespect, I know my parents taught me better than that
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Buck up and keep me from my felony rap
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Not talk about music that's just felony rhyme
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We stroll hard with the uzzi intercept the economy
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Touch down, get down clown catch the ground
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And I'm too broke to own a silencer homie this is loud
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Matter of fact ,definitly ,make your ears ring
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Crazy you can get shot and not feeling at first
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It's a weird thing pass out, wake up in the emergency room
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With people you never met before nursing your wounds
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Your little sister crying,doctors up and inserting the tube in your throat
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Oh well nothing personal dude, illest to realest
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(Hook x2)
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I'm the illest man walking
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Night of the living dead, tomb stone pop pop
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Got a price on my head, grave yard shipping
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Gotta keep the monsters fed
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Things that go bump in the night fool you scared
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The Walking Dead
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| Ruste Juxx & The Arcitype |
