[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
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Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
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Abiding by the law, good purp and good purpose
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I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
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Sweeter than the cherry of a virgin
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Got me out the loop like this cursive
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Eyes blink, nervous, words slur lurkin a wordsmith
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And the worst is, kinda perturbed bitch
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If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm allergic
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Six feet deep nigga where the dirt is
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And bad bitches keep them guns inside they purses
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The devil tongue got me sprung through these verses
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If I'm the number one somethin' gotta surface
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Grade school played a fool, did the math on it
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Hella blind to these hoes so I passed on it
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Show them titties girls put my autograph on it
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Broken dreams dog, rappin' with a cast on it
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[Verse 2:]
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Lyrical child of the indigo
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Heathens pray to god, I'm only 'bout the literal
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I can see your third eye, talk about a miracle
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Take a walk in my shoes, most of you just tippy-toe
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Time feelin' awesome engraved in my coffin
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One whiff will make you pause, make you nauseous
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Then I'm livin' proof ask Luke where the force is
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Bury me a G, tailored suit lookin' gorgeous
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Floorless, burn spliffs like I forfeit
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Shut your eyes and enjoy the endorphins
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Deep seas yuh, swimmin' with the dolphins
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Back it up please proceed to move with caution
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There's no facade, the zombies in the soir
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Christian is the call but they never pray to god
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If victory is war then we never met 'em
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If you dancin' with the devil then I'm walkin' on the stars
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[Verse 3: Juice]
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Frog skin glasses, grippin' fat asses
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My style surpasses, finger to the masses
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Heron samples tryna make examples
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All the wack rappers talking it tryna make examples
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Young ass nigga where your money at nigga
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Spit that gudda rap nigga, get ya mummy wrapped nigga
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Pocket full of stones, leave blood in the floor
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Blood stains on the wall blood rains in the morgue
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I'm rotten, I'm stiff
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Welcome to the underworld life's a bitch
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A corpse, a carcass
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Middle finger to the world in my new shhhh
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It's grimy, it's gudda
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Real shit just a bad motherfucker
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Devolved, deceased
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Bare arms see the [?] in belief
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Bear stroll, come and walk with a beast
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Drink beer so a nigga kinda slur when he speak
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Requiem the dead never walks so we never in
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Psilocybin high I'm on another binge
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Inny mini miney mo, a lot of ya'll niggas ain't built for the throne
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Quote me if I'm wrong, levelheaded, headstrong
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Drink your lix of holy water to build up
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Ayahuasca, Yopo, I'm so gone
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My soul's worn, I'm so drawn, I'm so torn
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Seize the moment seize rye seed the omen
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Juice go hard, seeds are roamin'
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They swear I'm on the deep end
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But it all depends if they comprehend
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Killa' rap shit, nick name exorcism
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Protected by the gods, trill shit no religion
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[Verse 4: Meech]
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High beyond biblical proportions
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Told a catholic priest bible paper burn awesome
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Open my eyes and view the ceiling from my coffin
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Why are you surprised that I paint these vivid portraits?
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Staring in my vanity as I sit and plot another casualty
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Higher than a meth head on a trampoline
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I trample these beats like a tyrant, beast
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Eats anything that bleeds, feast on the soul of these
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I'm quick to tell a ho "at ease", I'm blowin' leaves
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Spittin' razor blades, tongue flip, flesh lacerate
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Every day is halloween, wrap you up in masking tape
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Drag you to the ocean floor body wash on Jersey Shore
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Now you got a situation, death is chasin' while you waitin'
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I plot your fate, and politic while sharing blunts with Satan
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I drink a keg of acid spit that in angels faces
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See you're a mere mortal so there is no relation
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On the highway to hell speedin' while I'm masturbatin'
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With a thick witch, big tits, and her craft's amazin'
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Make her hit this big spliffs, of the cali raisin
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Don't waste a drop, she swallow when I'm ejaculating'
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And I'm sittin' mean OG like I'm Papi Mason
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A glass of virgin blood and about a hundred blunts
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Here to bring the fall like the end of summer does
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Life is a race well I already won it, cuz
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Off that hundredth blunt, I'm about to hit a hundred-one
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