Sing a happy tune,
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The boy that cried through you,
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We live the pictures that have come to past,
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And now you stand alone, love is lost and blown,
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And we are flesh and blood the sinner.......
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Her rhyme seem certain my mind sometime is bizarre,
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I write lines wizzerts, no money no cure,
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It's slow but sure when I go they'll know Montanas observant arghh arghh,
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My whip automatic, my guns automatic,
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Back shots then I get the head automatic, (Oooo weee)
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Send her home bare footed grizzly skin gators homie I'm bare footed,
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I hear your heartbeat beat, yous a....
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I'm the corner block pot holes concrete,
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Hate us or not we invaded the block skin skulls and totems gators and crocs,
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Time has stopped before us,
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The sky cannot ignore us,
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No one can separate us,
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For we are all that is,
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In the sound of the water dripping down from the ceiling to the bucket,
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Where I'm cleaning my guns to go kill em,
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Sunshine, rain pour, massacre chainsaw,
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And I don't want your money you know what I came for,
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You niggas make your moves,
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I'll erase your move they want me shackled up in segregation unit,
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But I was born to fly Montana certified,
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In case you're under a rock, you never heard of I,
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Who did the I'm the boss,
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They call me the nuclear holocaust,
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We got planners this thick??....
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I met your bell like ding dong banana clip,
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Go ahead and play King Kong, your head will split.
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Now the kingdom comes, crushing down and down,
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And I am master of nothing??.... hahahaha
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Coke
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Ahhh
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Why So Serious?
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French Montana |