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I’mma blam blam this big bad Heckler and slide

And this is full of allegory like it’s Jekyll and Hyde

The Bugatti Veyron is a hell of a ride

asphyxiated with the devil inside

See me? I’m a motherfucking savage in the street

I make in one hour what you average in a week

See the drums, this a bad bitch marriage to the beat

I’m the Bam Bam Bigelow damaging a beef

It’s life, motherfucker, toe tip in like a mouse

In a verse, come to worse, I’ll just flip another house

We’re just cooking in a motherfucking kitchen and we’re out

You can starve, but I’m meeting in a middle of a drought

It’s a homicide, whether you believe it or not

This revolver whole six like I’m picking the dot

This is free, pal, you ain’t gotta pay me to box

And my hands is bloody like somebody gave me the ox

Muerte!

I’m still a White Nigga, piece of shit, Christ killer

Caucasoid mutant from the mountains with the hype trigger

Question everything, piss everybody off

Guerilla war, I saw the top of the shotty off

Strawberry ball Jerseys, the young Paul Kersey

Superstitious like black cats on floor thirteen

Goons and pistols pop off clapping at your team

Youthful villains of war, banished, return kings

Phil Leotardo

We make the metal talk like C-3PO

Like a viking that pray for death in the freezing cold

Like hearing happy bitches on the prison phone

Professors now cook crack on the kitchen stoves

Satanic acid rituals, all systems go!

Hollow tips explode and whistle like a Piccolo

At your dome spinning like a hoe on a stipper pole

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