[Hook:]
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They disappeared, no COD
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Don't trust nobody, this shit is weird
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This shit is real, I have to own it
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At any moment, they could be on me
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They have to die, at least in my eyes
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I'm so surprised, I open my eyes
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I seen it all, they think I ball
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I'll never fall, now stand tall
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[Verse 1:]
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Them bodies gon' disappear
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I'm a rip 'em in half, gettin' the last word in
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I'm a sit in the back of the car at her job
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When she get in car, I'm a attack her jaw
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I'm a cut up the face and put her on the face and
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Walk out the house with a machete like Jason
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Kill her whole family, botox facelift
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Nobody, no case, nobody, no face
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Barbecue, cold case, I'm a rape your taste
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I mean, I'm a rape your mouth, bitch! I'm a take guts out
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And I'm a put 'em in the oven, yeah, I'm a heat that [?]
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And [?], I'm a hold up the plate like, "Bitch, you late"
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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We own neighborhoods like speed bumps, nigga
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And I got that bloody face, sippin' on that [?], nigga
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And you want that season, nigga, where is that season, nigga?
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I'm a misfit and I spit shit like I just got the fever, nigga
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And I stay lit like Michael [?]
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Plus, I smoke like a chimney, enemies get
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Fuck all the hatred
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Even if these niggas is steadily
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These niggas is
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They don't wanna get in the ring with Ali
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I might be leavin' 'em bleedin', no I.D.
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Nigga, I
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[Hook]
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Disappeared
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Brotha Lynch Hung |