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Leapin up outa tha darkness Creepin up outa my sheath to get it sparked Slidin shivs like credit cards The evidence gets disregarded Remember me Kickin down doors After I be gummin the ecstacy Hella numb when I speak But my tongue get relief Workin these timbs across yo face And up that ass Even when it ain't time to scrape I'm off the laughing gas Eek gad you doin bad Nigga here come the gaffle Attacked scraped You lookin baffled in battle I'm bound for the kill Boutsta reveal I must be made of steel I'm lookin out for my kinfolk You catching hot ones in temple Now where's yo mental I gets to rippin apart Dismembering up outa my fit With this gun up in yo mouth But these clips ain't got no heart Shit bumpin With junk up in my veins Yet I still function And fucc up ya program I know when you bluffin You busta My spit give you a concussion I'm cursing and cutting Gittin my cannibalistic fix All in for lunch Still a balla Waving a cane at this bitch from my impala Bringin the pain Hittin switches Sippin da steel reserve delicious Grippin tha Woodgrain & I'm still on ten toes Might be wanted by the Feds Swerve my ass off the road And who are you to try Me in this room Up in yo mouth with da nickel plated spoon Nickel plated tunes sedated time for this bitch to get my pickle plated Foes I vamp Bailin tru runnin train on yo camp foo Cause I can do

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