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[Verse 1 - Godemis:] Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that ya know me Ya don't have a clue so back up lil homie My headpiece is heated I hang with heretics We load up and lock and aim where the red is And bang where your head is, I bet y'all will beat it Oh Dean, that's my dog, them words y'all will eat 'em My power circlin' small, I think outta the box And try different angles to wreck tables or not My shot's wet as a whistle, I'm on fire fam Y'all don't even know that's my column in y'all's diagram Who they want, Godi or Donnie, ya better choose wisely Greet 'em with ketamine and then that Adderall iv, try me Checkin' to see if the guy's fearin' ya They wishin' I would go stick my dick in the criteria It's all good, doin' the type of shit y'all wish y'all could Dippin' out with skaters through fuckin' acres in y'all hood [Hook - Godemis & (Tech N9ne):] Which (One) You fuckin' with pick (one) You label this fic(tion) You lookin' there is (none) is (none) Which (One) You fuckin' with pick (one) You label this fic(tion) You lookin' there is (none) is (none) [Verse 2 - Murs:] The story of my twin and I, Pisces not a Gemini One of us is underwater, other floatin' in the sky Highs and the lows of me, violence in the poetry My evil twin we goin' in, I told him to let go of me (nigga let go!) Don't let nobody close to me, drunk when I'm not s'posed to be I take a sip, start to trip and won't nobody know it's me One bottle Jameson, take it to the face and then Now I'm talkin' 'bout the bodies buried in my basement Spirits talkin' to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too Lookin' in the mirror and I tell 'em it's just me and you One of us is goin' out, the one that's always showin' out I put my fist right through the glass and told that bitch to close his mouth Hand bleedin' needin' medical attention I'm feelin' no pain, I'm in a whole 'nother dimension Next mornin' wake up, don't remember shit Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh) [Hook - Godemis & (Tech N9ne):] Which (One) You fuckin' with pick (one) You label this fic(tion) You lookin' there is (none) is (none) Which (One) You fuckin' with pick (one) You label this fic(tion) You lookin' there is (none) is (none) [Verse 3 - Tech N9ne:] Pick three and guess what you get, me I'm messed up and sickly The head is a mystery, quickly twist T With a idiotic mix-ly, hit exotic chicks gee Killin' got it history I've become a scumbag fuckbuddy needed to wipe after She got me and my lady's c** rag, that's just one of the things I done bad Like when I put Dulcolax liquid mixed it within my brother's rum flask I can make a love potion, give you the ocean Then you wake up in a pit gettin' instructions on how to rub ya lotion You think I'm jokin' while listenin' to Drake's "The Motion" I put syphilis dick down her throat and that's without her havin' a notion I'm playin' I don't dare summon them other suckers That tell me to do bad, there done and them under covers She think the demon's unfair, Hung wants to love her lover After this verse she's not pickin' nare, one of them motherfuckers [Hook - Godemis & (Tech N9ne):] Which (One) You fuckin' with pick (one) You label this fic(tion) You lookin' there is (none) is (none) Which (One) You fuckin' with pick (one) You label this fic(tion) You lookin' there is (none) is (none)
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