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when i see the sunrise im lighting the wic on the thermite cut it from the ground up rid these termites this boy kick beats like dolamite way to high on the water pipe but the stoner is all alone at night pick a color for the fight get the money wrap the knuckle ready to fight scope ya with the ruger peep your dream freddie kruger just my job get paid when i shoot ya my hearts ripped open to deep to suture as soon as i was born from water it was torcher so i flamed up grabed the tourcha burned up when i dropped down look like a creature with gold robes on purple teacher i roll by the vatican give it the finger i done been put thru the ringer so all these bees ready to sting ya no sheild can ever save ya but maybe i can change but i wont be alive to see it so grab yo nuts wrap some blunts get these bitches to shake butts do burn outs with your system up shoot at cops we dont give a fuck get drunk rob an amored trucks but dont forget to clean up meet at the coordinates kick that bitch down i dont care who door it is be a god swinging thors dick hit her with the hammer swollow this prince of darkness im in love with the heartless here take my keys too turbt up to park get rich ill see you on the other side pop in the clip lets ride smoke drink fuck why cant we fight smoke till i pass out only time i feel alive this pride got me walking with a stride starving inside red beans and rice chasin these demons my vice but it be aight cause i slam dunk when i write ✍ 🎶