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Call me a murderer
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Motherfucking killa
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High off that bong
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Kill Cali thrilla
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Though you can't kill a g
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Let alone see a g
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Killn' motherfuckers in the first degree
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Always down to jack cause I'm down for mine
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Tryin' to make my bail
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Cause I'm Hard On Da Grind
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Fool it's that shit that's on hit
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Makin' suckas sick
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Playa hatas wanna trip
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Then I gotta get my glock
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Watch these suckas flocke
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Watch these suckas flocke
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Stay off my jock
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If I catch a fool who's out to get me
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Off with the head
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Like a chicken with no wings
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Cook his ass up
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Feed him to my kid
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Cause I'm sick
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With the shit I spit bitch man
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I can't fade silly bustas I hate
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Take him to my dungeon
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Decide their fate
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Wait 24, the next night I go
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Back to the place
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Where the lost souls rome
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Get up real close
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Look at our eyes
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See fear of another
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Waiting to die
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I still don't give a fuck about death
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Killin' fools just for fun
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Until I breathe my last breath
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Darkness lurks through my mind
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It's hard to find a light
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I'm a killa so I can't be kind
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Frite night every night
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For a sucka punk motherfucker
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Kill him slow
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Like a rock to a clucker
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Bustas recognize look me in the eye
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And see death
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Step into my game without a ref
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I bless you with the dose to your tongue
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Make you see visions of death
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People hung
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I come from the dungeons of doja
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Put a stick of dinamite in your mouth
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And explode ya
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I should be dead
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Talkin' is crazy
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But there hasn't been a sucka yet to fade me
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Maybe I'll return
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Resurrect myself
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Come back and take away his health and his wealth
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Causes found they drama
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Give his ass trama
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Let them playa hatas know that I'm a
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Crazy lunatic that's back from the grave
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Take him to my dungeons
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Make em all my slaves
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I don't have no love
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My mind is full of hate
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When I know I'm goin
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Murder damn I can't wait
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But I keep calm to do my job right
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I know in my mind some suckers die tonight
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I might let me live
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Let him live in fear
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But I never let it go pass the fucking year
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People come to me, ask me if I'm sick
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Yes I'm crazier than (??)
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Bustas don't you trip
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Bustas I know you hear me so eat dicks up
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If I catch you slippin' fools I'm choppin' your fuckin' (??) up
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Then I rat-tat-tat-tat on that ass
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Will I have to blast, If I got you bare handed
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Breakin' aint thinkin' it hard test
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And if you get away, that doesn't mean shit
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Cause I'll catch ya, stick my hand in your (?)
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And laugh at cha
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(??) with the shit man
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I kinda hate myself, cause I'm a crazy lunatic
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Rippin' up bodies (yeah)
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Kill them like molly
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Down to get naughty when I'm drinkin' a (?)
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It's gonna be a murder at midnight
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Plus I got mint, tow up, go on the act right
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Motherfucker....gone
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Call Me A Murdera
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