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I responded like this Open up a nigga trunk get my shit Finna get up into that shit, I never cross-match with a sick I'm a schiz Take the body way, way out in sticks Put your body in the ground, I'ma take my dick out and piss Shit, niggas in the buildin' will kill and be spillin' shit Now you're really lookin' stunned that I know who the fuck he dealin' with Niggas'll get snapped back yo cap I'm still peelin' it Doo doo doo doo, doo ain't no chillin' shit [Interlude] Ain't nowhere for you to run to, it's full moon I be at 'em wit the witty automatic Set to bring you to doom Everybody wanna get to brackin' I will spray and then fill the room Try to hide up in the bathtub in the attic from the wicked you Faded, with the wasted, stay lit, with the Brainsick Wasn't even 'posed to hit the weed, nigga fuck that probation Everything tryna stop me from tryna get on top I got People tryna put up barricades, nigga now who is hatin'? I guess I get gangsta Fuck what you thinkin' Stood up on a bottle with the oe, fuck what you drinkin' Insane all day, they gon' have to bow down to the ko crack There is no way you will ever get this ship to sink And then the moonlight night stalker, chalker Put 'em all in a puddle of redrum, a real walking dead walker People can all act like I ain't shit, I rep the Brainsick Motherfucker! [Chorus] [Verse 2] It's night time, never know when niggas like me be out lurkin' Stand there waitin' for you wit the weapon I be rappin' now to put the work in, that be curtains Everybody finna lay up in this hoe and that's for certain Ain't nobody gonna get up past and get a foot up, rather be burnt men Choppin' anybody, everybody come and get it, is you wit it? Ain't nobody fuckin' wit me, don't nobody really get it, I'm too wicked Psycho individual to wanna murder every critic, I did it I ain't finna listen to nobody less they wanna tell me just bigot I am one deep with the scythe Heater by my side in case you wanna fight Murder in the night, put you in a coma take your body, when I leave your body shot, fuck yo life I be in the old school, tryna murder people with the wife Yeah that's right, spend a couple weeks teachin' how to cut niggas with the knife Slice, like Kimbo, when I pull up, rollin' down the window What you in fo' Ain't good I ain't playin' no games, Nintendo, in the pent-ho Matter fact I'd rather hop out, break dentals They be tellin' me I'm one fry short, need to sort out my mentals Rapping like a human Tommy gun and where you wanna run a reaper comin' for your neck Standin' right behind you, ain't nowhere to hide so hurry up and die the body hit the deck Drop him down the path and then if it a wreck, a foot up on the gas and ain't no next I be waiting for you with the business with the head up when they come out west I don't ever rest, I be on the helmets at the nfl Faded off a nigga, got a nigga layin' in my throw up I'm Sick James nigga, ain't nobody in the game that's like me I'm the king of all kings homie with the wrath like hold up hold up nigga again? For real? Every time? What's the problem bro? Bring me the motherfucking blood nigga, I'm in here tryna do my shit
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