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Let me off the Terror Wheel
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Shut up bitch
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Looks like it's nighty night time
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Only some of you won't be waking up
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Ahahahaha!
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As for the rest of you
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Sit back, put on your PJ's and nighties
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While you hear the story entitled Out
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Ahahahaha!
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What the fuck is up?
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I'm in the haugh
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And Violent J's finna tell a story
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So sit your ass down
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Shut the fuck up
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And get stoned motherfucker
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Well I'm waking up so early cause I knew this day would come
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My daddy's passed out with an empty bottle of rum
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Although she's been gone long I do not miss my mother
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And he's a sorry fuck so there's nothin in the cupboard
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My little brother's starving, hungry, and sick
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Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
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So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
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Got no other choice but for milk and bread
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Stepped out the house for the first time in 2 years
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Cause my neighborhood it ain't really good
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Lay up in my bedroom night after night
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I hear screams, zombies shootin and lootin
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But now here I am and I'm walkin down Jefferson
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With a bag of moneybacks I don't understand
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How the world can be full of so many evil doer's
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I can hear 'em underneath me in the sewers
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Keep seeing shit out the corners of my eyes
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Steady lookin over my back I didn't realize
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Where I was goin
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I didn't wanna bother anybody
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Accidentally stepped on a dead body
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Hey motherfucker watch where the fuck you're goin (Sorry)
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I might be dead, but I'll kick your ass
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Now I apologized but he still had to talk shit
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So I stepped over his face and kept walkin
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And here's the part of my story that get's really scary
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Had to walk alone down Military
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I can see the crackhead's hiding in the trees
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Lookin for some change
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Lookin for some brains
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Everything seemed too quiet as I walked down the block
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Until I got hit in the head with a rock
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Can't really tell I musta been out for quite awhile
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Cause when I woke up my Nannycoat was outta style
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And the crackhead's took my moneybacks in a dash
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And ripped off my arm in the process
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But fuck that shit I still gots another hand
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So I can still get the shit for my little man
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And I'ma walk with my nuts hangin out
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I ain't scared, but this is where it get's weird
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Factories, toxic waste, and chemicals
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They have strange effects on the animals
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In my neighborhood and some get a lot bigger
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Like the giant rat that jumped on my back
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I'm runnin like a maniac all through the ghetto zone
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And it's steady takin bites out my nug bone
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Wrustling around and found it's tail
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So I straight bit it
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Then it ripped of my leg and broke with it
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Tried to catch up but I couldn't move quick enough
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This little trip to the store is straight fuckin me up
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But that's ok cause the store's just down the block
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So I hop
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And it seems all wrong as I look up in the sky
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I see the vultures waitin on me to die
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But I made it to the store so fuck all you hoes
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Peep out the sign
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Hmmm Closed
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Picked up a mailbox threw it through the wall
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Cause I'ma get my shit so fuck all y'all
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Took a loaf of bread and a carton off the shelf
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Even took a Faygo 2 liter for myself
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Walked out the store like a cheap ass when I heard
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The click-click sound of a mossberg
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The store owner he didn't like a beat and eat
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That's why he didn't see a problem with buckin me
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Blew my muthafuckin head off my shoulders
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Didn't say nothin kept buck buckin
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But I gotta say I made it home in a heart beat
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Nobody fucks with a head rollin down the street
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Now I think about it was a full man when leavin out
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Now I'm a head with a loaf of bread in my mouth
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Bouncin up the stairs
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I knock on the door with my chin
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Hey yo little man won't ya let me in?
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And best believe it was good to see my little brother
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Hey you forgot the milk you dumb motherfucker
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Lock the door behind me cause I'm back on route
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Back to the store and I'm out
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Uh, uh, who's pussy is this, bitch?
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Uhh, who's pussy? Yeah
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Eh, what the fuck are you looking at?
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Ain't you ever seen pussy before, stupid ass?
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Slap that ass bitch
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Oh, uh, oh, hey
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How's it happenin' again?
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Hey this song right here
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We're re |