A slug doesn¡¯t judge in which gat it sits
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My mug doesn¡¯t budget when the solo hits
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Here¡¯s livin¡¯ proof, I¡¯m tearin¡¯ roofs out of motherfuckas mouths
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Once unannounced, but here¡¯s the man who¡¯ll write your death certificate
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out
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Longhand ? sign my John Hancock
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Then cock my hand back to smack the taste out your grill if you¡¯re talkin¡¯
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smack
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Cuz I get sick like a masochist ? flip my lid, ad lib
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Check your flow to show you¡¯re the shallowest
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I¡¯ll punch your chronological cuz I don¡¯t waste time and so
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I¡¯ll talk you out then bring you back so I can break you off some mo¡¯
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What¡¯s next? My index feels stressed to flex
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Motives potentially destructive like a silo full of MX
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The only government I listen to is Parliament
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And when I got it goin¡¯ on they increase the defcon
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(Damn!) The Pentagon should read the pentagram and
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Sam¡¯s got another thing comin¡¯
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Like a hummin¡¯ or a toastin¡¯ cuz the loaf is gonna catch it
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In his bread basket - spittin¡¯ up gastrics ? that¡¯s it
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I¡¯ll leave you out of breath like post mortem at a forum
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I might snap at any second, or ask a loaded question
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Like who wants to test me at roulette
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You can bet, I check the edge of the ledge to see how close I can get
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Salmonella ain¡¯t shit cuz I¡¯ll eat a chicken raw
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No headcrack just headcrush ? my blood boils vigorous
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And all my loose marbles got me in a frenzy. John Doe?
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I wont¡¯ say whoawhoawhoa, just Geronimo!
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I love my story¡¯s gory and inflammatory. Should I mention?
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Gutwrenchin¡¯ drenchin¡¯ suckas with my lyrical double M¡¯s
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So mind your P¡¯s and Q¡¯s or get cued up
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To be brief I ain¡¯t lookin¡¯ for no olive wreath
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I¡¯m in a precarious position, Should I still support the system that I¡¯m
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buying into
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Prejudice is what my fist is flying into
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Cuz a rolling stone gathers no moss
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But heads will roll like rawhide ? my rawside¡¯s like Jekyll to Hyde
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The light shines down from above, upon my 3rd eye it¡¯s focused
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Vile vicious visions swarm like locusts
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And lead me on this path I must pursue until I¡¯m finished
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You never thought this form could manifest that of a menace
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Goin' Off The Deep End
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| Scrilla Vic |
