[Verse 1]
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I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble
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Packin a Smith & Wesson
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Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin
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You can tell that I'm evil
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By the arch in my eye bra
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But I aint got no pitchfork
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I stick niggaz with this sawed-off
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Clear your porch
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Hit the floor, duck behind your couch
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If I don't hear enough screamin
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I'm burning down your house
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Apocolypse the barbarian
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I kill humanitarians
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Pillage your village
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Slaughter your children
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And rape your women
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[Verse 2]
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Bustin through that door like dun da dun da
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Bitches hit the floor on the double
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Bust off a couple
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Rounds and let it bubble
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In your belly
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Bullets dipped in formaldehyde
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So when they hit you
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You embalmed and ready
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To get carried
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Buried up in your grave
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Trust me, I'm that deadly
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Just test me if you brave
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Eklypse I stay sick
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Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch
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Kill a bitch nigga quick
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And run a train on his bitch nigga
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[Verse 3]
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I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chips
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I got metal muscle with silent tips
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And pistol grips give violent trips
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First I'm cool with you
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Then I'm not
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When you run up on me I pop pistols
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Gun up on me it's all official
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I'm chewin bone grissels
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Your family gonna miss you
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Do away done with you
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You should of had a gun with you
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I got pistols
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You know cookin utensils
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That shit that'll make your skin bubble
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Fuckin with these plague niggaz
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You gotsta know you in trouble
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[Chorus]
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Trouble (repeat 8 times)
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[Verse 4]
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I keeps it real thats the deal
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Headbuttin motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield
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I makes a full course dinner
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Out of roadkill
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Pops some pills
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Smoke some sherms
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Drunk as fuck
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Rollin up a blunt
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When I get through smokin it
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I'm comin to your house nigga
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What's for breakfast
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Kickin in your door
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At 3:47 in the morning
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I got my ?? yawnin
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Time to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrong
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Hear comes trouble
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Hell's angel, some niggaz call me spawn
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[Verse 5]
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Shit I'm off that ??? again
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Ready to load the pump again
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Soon as I put somethin in
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See i'ma aim it at your chin
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Blame it on your friend
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Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man
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I can make niggaz follow me like the pod piper can
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Arachnaphobia, I'm the sniper man
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Doom to put 'em in the pan
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Heat 'em and eat 'em as fast as I can
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Stretch your neck like elastic like plastic
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Man I'm first, you last to land
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Tephlon bullets they crash and land
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Nigga I'm double time
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You in trouble time
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I'm a bubble mine
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[Verse 6]
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I'm titani and scandalous
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I do random hits
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Load up all my extra clips
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And lets go handle this shit
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Trouble is what we lookin fo
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Kick in that fuckin door
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Put a gag up on that hoe
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Slit that niggaz throat
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Light up the door
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Smoke until we choke
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I wish you motherfuckers would try to locc
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And get his neck broke
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Kick in the door
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Shotgun up the asshole
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Brains blown
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Eyes closed
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Nothin but trouble
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[Chorus] - repeat to end
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Trouble
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Brotha Lynch Hung |