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Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas

  1. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Dino's croons aimed at your tragus.
  2. I'm not claiming anything I'm not, No heater aimed at these two faced pagus.
  3. Local kid trying to make it big, most of my Vegans are fellow pagans.
  4. Church on Sunday, but the rest of the week, we live like magus.
  5. Doing shit big, just like the majors, if my squad lost in the smoke,
  6. hell, you can page us. Studying scriptures until the page rips, I'm not greedy,
  7. I ain't paid shit. I thank the lord, that the cops in my city, ain't slaying kids.
  8. I know the media doing nothing but spraying shit, I'm not gonna lie,
  9. some of these pigs are racists. But then again, I know some goons,
  10. who like to aim nines at these punk slimes' vagus. Put em in the trunk,
  11. take em down the boulevard to the desert, where there
  12. ain't no one saying shit. Mob used to run this city, probably still do.
  13. But they ain't front and center no more, they out of the camera's view.
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  15. I can't stop here, this is bat country. I gotta keep the wheels turning, rolling
  16. this fat blunt, G. No heaters, but I'm packing some fire. Call me Smaug,
  17. these hobbit muhfuckahs need to go back to the shire. Catch me in the pit,
  18. and I'll knock your teeth out like a punk turned dentist for hire.
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  20. I'm a white boy, yet i'm paid in full. Ain't gripping a toy, but I mangle skulls.
  21. Want respect? Show some, or I'll mangle yours. My name on the streets
  22. would be Frosty the Snowman, if I'm putting in work, gangbanging chores.
  23. Cross that bridge when I come to it, paying tolls. Electric guitar drug dealing,
  24. thrashing and slanging chords. I think shit through, what you think your brain
  25. is for? You're a plastic carbon copy, you brainless whore. I'm running circles
  26. around you, I'll take your psyche to war. Done said you were gunning,
  27. and wanted to fight me before. My words are a one two knock out punch,
  28. leaving you black and blue on the floor. I wouldn't even piss on you, stop
  29. fronting like you the Lord. Wanna talk shit, like how you're a God? Well,
  30. Stupid motherfucker, your cap is getting peeled off. I'll hit my squad up,
  31. and we'll grab them tec 9's, leaving you like aw fuck when we push through
  32. ya door, leave your room bloodied like some bars from some horrorcore.
  33. Pulp Fiction in this bitch, hit your faggot ass with the sword.
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  35. I can't stop here, this is bat country. I gotta keep the wheels turning, rolling
  36. this fat blunt, G. No heaters, but I'm packing some fire. Call me Smaug,
  37. these hobbit muhfuckahs need to go back to the shire. Catch me in the pit,
  38. and I'll knock your teeth out like a punk turned dentist for hire.
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  40. I don't smoke as much as I'd like to. And I ain't flashing blades trying to fight
  41. you. I'll take your mental to the frontlines, and put that fucking shit to sleep like
  42. half a bottle of nyquil. I don't have a fucking four five on my waistband, but one
  43. of my bros hand me the heater, and that nine trill. Murder your fucking mind
  44. real and get away with it like I made off. Talking shit like I'm Madoff, that's
  45. nine tril. I'll dissect you, and then I'll rip my mask off and show you what I'm
  46. made of. Cagin' your Travolta ass like I'm the bad guy, Face Off. I'm insane,
  47. crazy. Indefinite crack baby. I'm a nice person, until you fuck with my family.
  48. I'll rip your ugly mug off, handily. You can't even handle me, your ass is candy
  49. see. You're nowhere near the man you pretend to be. I'll pluck your eyes out,
  50. Ray Charles looking faggot, you can't even see.
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