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Just logged on the phone click the first beat I spit hard also hit on repeat u can’t handle the heat next to the coach ur seat my friend that’s defeat me be not ashamed to wash the feet at lest I never see her defeat LORD the bee beat the rhythm to the beat imaginary but a feelin slowly killin trying survive drug dealing this feeling stuck in my selection peeling about the events revealing hum for healing honor by kneeling don’t judge me I’m already killing men no matter how you see machine must be greased I’m must dust my nose to make a new song didn’t take me long I’m really like the bone1and evangelists on the grind your body your body they won't find I'm one of a kind rare like the bone old Winnie used to be addicted to honey like Winnie the Pooh I run up and take your s** some call it making a lick some some say making a hit will already do back-to-back back-to-back repeat I never face the defeat I'm never off beat I keep it coming 7 days a week my Lord L O R D thankful for for I am thankful for f o u r always with me like a star human term a scar there's another bar Hondo on everything we don't shoot we shred get caught snitching your dead full of lead left you there your homies did as you bled better double checking lyrics double check your head and maybe a monster underneath your bed could have lifted me up but instead your dad but instead don't go out after dark unless you're a big dog bark L O R D surrounds me like bark want that package meet me at the old park you want this dick b**** look back at work work twerk he better lose that to eat s*** grin or I'm going to put them on a shirt I'm tired of being hurt so this double-sided magazine as a little blurry I need some Visine you always say you're at the spot but always hide in don't worry when I see your ass that pole going to hang out and we're going to get to sliding don't do no talking while we riding just bump in shorty in it passenger seat you got your headphones on walking down the street sometimes I wish I would have just beat but then I couldn't bring it to you so neat shotgun shooting in slugs bodies wrapped in rugs go to the funeral and act if I give a s*** giving hugs it's in all over surrounded them bugs Parable them youngsters thugs going to get mine going to get my