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this nigga playing w my top he better stop fo I turn around and beat you in yo head w a rock (on folk nem grave) fo I cut off yo head make you shave idc I'll punch you in yo face ian playing (bro where's the truck) you don't got nth to say oh that's crazy talking to that girl in my face oh yea thats shady ( really shady ) that's why you dreads looking crunchy yo glasses looking big (yo forehead out the country) got me seeing all the crazy visons of me and you not the good ones but the bad (stop or MMA SHOOT YOU) voices in my head yea they wanna see blood let yo life wash away yea (jus let it flood ) on my soul Ian playing so go call the judge (sentence me ) 20 to life ( for murder) cause imma put you on a shirt playing w my top nigga that'll get you hurt