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flic the Bic blunt got my head on the fritz sniff the brick, it got me going off on this I am feeling it, fuck this shit, it only got me to realize, and re-uh-wind, way back to an evil time when I could rip this shit, I'm supposed to go fast but you are not feeling it, throw punch n got 100 beats per minute, I'm gonna make your soul meet yo fuckin spirit, if you try to face me you meet yo limit spinnin, spinnin, like you trippin, while I sipping, champagne while yo bitch in the kitchen, whipping up the same Thang, cocaine, sniffing business, while these bitches lickin on my domain, and these bitches lookin tasty like lo mein, oh mane damn I feel like an old game, playing me for fun until they get rid of my old name they so lame, even got a slow aim. but it doesn't matter cuz I put a bullet in they're no brain, I have no shame, with my tactics, they're ratchet, it feels like I'm acting, I'm causin them havoc, givin brain like she is telepathic, sex is what I'm having, techs are what I'm packin, I'm strapped in, livin number one if life was a pageant, keep shooting up until I am backed in, you going up is what you imagine, it'll only be that because skill is what you lack kid, this stage like blunt how it's packed in my way hella true like a fact is, ima keep spitting like a Mac 10, hit yo face with a roundhouse like I'm Jack Chan going whaka whaka whaka like pac man while where a suit like an in black man and then leave yo body in casket, ur funeral is where I dump the last ten bullets at the fullest speed, this is what you need, one hella big dose of lead and then a lil lean, and then some bean, finish the promethazine, only eighteen, then I cop a new Benz for me, and then I am whipping through the snow, see the footprints up to ya home, open the door and ya body leave ya soul, if ya lucky I leave yo body in the cold, so-lo, it's so cold, caught you in a chokehold, and now you thinkin I'm Loco, you may be a little bit slow bro, it's below fo'(fo') there is no hope, for you gettin gold O's so I pulled out the 44, put 4 in his head, and two in the fo do, blood red on my snowcone, but he blue like the sword from Frodo, a hobo, hobbling, like a gobilin, and now I'm gobbling all these bitches becuz I am prominent I'm supposed to go fast but you are not feeling it, throw punch n got 100 beats per minute, I'm gonna make your soul meet yo fuckin spirit, if you try to face me you meet yo limit (I'm supposed to go fast but you are not feeling it, throw punch n got 100 beats per minute, I'm gonna make your soul meet yo fuckin spirit, if you try to face me you meet yo limit) louder