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[Psycho Les]
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People call me the drunk, off the thick funk
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Just to prove I'm ?luida? bag your whole start like ?meshuda?
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Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple
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We get caught, it's strictly mental
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A stone crook, I don't go by the book
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You can't fool me with your gangsta look
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I've truncated ??? on my turf for wet pay
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When I roll a blunt, they'd better roll away
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Out, and don't try talking bold
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Cause I'll smack you with a bat just like "Walking Tall"
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What? You punk, who's gonna defend you?
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When I bumrush your ass and stick an icepick in you
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Quick, your bitch caught a splinter from my dick
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Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc-
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Donald's, the bed slammer again stick 'em both
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With my king-size dick, and Donna King sized hand again
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*gunshot* "2, 3, Break!"
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[Fashion]
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I go so much of this style coming from my lips while
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Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherfucking shit piles
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Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain't a proper
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Drop a, hollow-point shelly on a copper
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Let 'em fucking know who's Kool where I'm coming from
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Slept for a while on my style now I'm stunning 'em
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Bagging 'em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean
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Cause all I ever want is fame, bitches, and the green
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Seen crazy niggas get lost in the shuffle
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With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble
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Ta-dow, now, that's how it's falling
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Whether I'm hitting skins or motherfucking ballin
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Hanging with my crew on the Peakskill plain
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I throw my shit when laying a bitch so get off my dick
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Trick, you know my style, no it ain't no use
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Cause I keep your hoes wet like a fucking douche
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*gunshot* "2, 3, Break!"
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[JuJu]
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Taking 'em out, no hass, I be the owner of my rhymes
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Will make niggas collapse into a coma
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Product of a concrete hell, I'm on a mission
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Deadly with intent to shell the opposition
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Fucking with this flow, come on, yo that's treason
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Niggas fuck around and get shot for no reason
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Junkyard nigga, represent everytime
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Corona's in the house and yo Gab!
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(Bust and rip the skills!)
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[Gab]
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My rhymes wake up to a 9.4, ready for war
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Come up, I false my fronts with your spinal chord
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Before I got the drive, I possess and tox
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And I'm trying to survive under a cyanide landslide
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But that ain't nothing like a penny anymore
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Cause I assault niggas who couldn't launch shit with catapaults
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So if you ever hear the name Gab One
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Don't even sweat it, the worst hasn't even begun
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[JuJu]
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Word up, it's like that, Beatnus, Triflicts in the house, kid
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19, and one, you know what I'm saying? Word
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2-3 Break
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