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The thoughts of death cloud my mind As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed but who really got my back now that them niggas done hit the grave I'm killing them off for the olds days 24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and make me sicker than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish cause nigga it's EBK everyday all day to the day I die I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk and a black beany disguise That nigga that you can't see glocks and locs over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac with a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that crack took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5 So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin on that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump and put one in your bitch and put her in her grave with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip then bounce to that ounce with a lack and a mac and a fat pack shit I'm sicker than sick you niggas gotta admit when I grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one nigga so rest in piss

The thoughts of death cloud my mind As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed but who really got my back now that them niggas done hit the grave I'm killing them off for the olds days 24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and make me sicker than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish cause nigga it's EBK everyday all day to the day I die I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk and a black beany disguise That nigga that you can't see glocks and locs over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac with a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that crack took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5 So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin on that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump and put one in your bitch and put her in her grave with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip then bounce to that ounce with a lack and a mac and a fat pack shit I'm sicker than sick you niggas gotta admit when I grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one nigga so rest in piss

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Okay, let me spit this scripture

After I kill a nigga I pull out the phone and take a quick picture

Niggas call me Sweeney Todd cause I cut 'em up and make Philly steaks

Bend the bones and they really break, then refrigerate, I'm a sixer

 

I saw some shit when I was six and it got my head fucked up

Told my mama homegirl played with my dick (I'm serious, son)

And it felt sick, then about six minutes later it got thick

And I been nuttin' on they faces ever since

 

I think I'm missin' a brain

I be sewin' up skin suits and hangin' 'em up in the closet

The rest, I throw that bitch in the bay

I really should keep takin' my Prozac

Cause I'll make your door wet in a throwback jersey, Tony Dorsett

 

Baby's mama suckin' that baby dick is what I witness

I slit that bitch in the wrist when I seen that shit, God as your witness

I watched her bleed all over the couch, then the bitch start screamin'

So I put the duct tape all over her mouth, after death, start eatin'

 

Shit, I'm a motherfuckin' barber

With a straight razor and I'm the reason they keep findin' shit in the harbor

I brag about it, wrote letters to the police, I don't give a fuck

I put that nine millimeter to your head before they lock me up

I know, you lookin' for them tight rhymes in the night time

I shine and I spit harder than a pipeline when I write mine

So I ain't worried about your light lines, nigga

I just want your lifeline, for some reason your rap sound just like mine

 

Okay, let me spit this scripture

Niggas want me to fall and you can see it like a picture

I throw it like a pitcher, you can catch it like a bat catcher

Hit you up in the helmet, the ref won't like it, that's expected

Strip 'em butt-naked, eat it for breakfast, bitch, I cut them sections up

You don't believe it, but they up in the freezer, they all sectioned up

I like meat, I just started eatin' vegetables

Hit 'em with the AK-47, now he's a vegetable

See, ready, set, go, behead 'em, family, let, go

I'm about to let Tech know, then we 'bout to wet cess, oh!

Then I'm 'bout to have sex, oh! Then I'm 'bout to slit necks, no!

Then I'm 'bout to get wet

 

I'm a hostile and it's possible that I cut you up so much

That it ain't no need for the hospital

Math couldn't even make you logical

You tryin' to fuck with me, that's who, that's why your whole roster broke

So many can take this wrong, I better watch my back

These niggas'll pop at me, but nigga, I'll pop right back

 

Strange Music, in the house

 

Smokin' weed, all day

Get ready, fully loaded

 

Your boy Spiderman

Seven on the motherfuckin' beat

 

And of course, Rob Rebeck, you nah'mean?

Shout outs to Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun, Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone

Cali Bear Gang, Tall Cann G, COS

 

Special shout out to my nigga Mellow Yellow

And my nigga Hopsin for gettin' on the tracks with me

 

G-Macc, Trizz, ¡Mayday!, Irv Da Phenom, my nigga G-Smooth

 

You nah'mean? Hold up

 

Chaplin Studios

Thank you for havin' my back

You nah'mean?

 

It's your boy, aka Spiderman, in the motherfuckin' house

 

And I'm out

 

And I'm out

 

And I'm out