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Filthy Conscience
- //Intro to Verse 1
- //CashIsClay:
- C'mon Jordan, everybody knows you're not soft.
- And surely you're not gonna get fucking ripped off.
- Plus a gun is nothing but trouble, you know you're 200 pounds of raw fucking muscle.
- //RoslanSkeet:
- Yeah, but no one'll fuck with you if you're packing a heater.
- As a matter of fact grab a bag of meat cleavers and a bottle of bleach cleaner.
- What if this kid deceives you, you believe it, and he's actually packing a .9mm?
- Dude this is the midwest. Only police wear a vest on their chest,
- So I suggest you invest your cash in some more of that grass,
- Cause you know the kids will be back on your ass for more of that hash.
- Maybe the midwest isn't that hard, but would you rather be in the back of a cop car
- Or behind bars because you were too afraid you'd take it too far?
- Come on man, that just ain't who you are,
- Buy the piece, put a hot one through this fool's heart.
- Jordan make sure you check and play your cards right,
- Killing people for weed is too dark, you're smart, this is how every inmate starts.
- Psh, you know how they got there? They didn't pull a piece when shit got weird.
- Buy the glock, show these bitches that you're not scared.
- //Intro to Verse 2
- Wise up Jordan, you don't even know this trick.
- If he's an undercover pig would you even notice it?
- If you fuck up and blow this shit, think about it, whose throat is it?
- Fuck that! This is your biggest trade yet.
- If you back out now you won't make it to your next paycheck.
- And how about those bills you ain't paid yet?
- Did you forget you ain't made yet? What about all that unpaid debt?
- College life, nobody said it'd be easy,
- Broke and hungry, drunk as fuck, living sleezy,
- A steady income is all you would need, G.
- Why ain't you pulling a second shift at the fucking McD's, B?
- //Intro to Verse 3
- Did you see that badge? Get your hand off that bag of grass!
- Yeah, put in on the mag, bust a cap in this fag's ass.
- Calm down, are you sure he even saw it?
- You can probably talk your way out of this and try to resolve it.
- Yeah he saw it!
- Ain't you see his eyes get bigger than a priests dick with to kids ass up in a pulpit?
- This guy's probably an alcoholic with roofies in his pocket,
- And hates his wife cause he's locked in the closet of his one bedroom apartment.
- Okay, maybe Skeet's right, this guy ain't got all of it,
- Probably flunked outta college twice and this is the only job he could get.
- So shoot him in the leg, and if he starts crawling,
- Shoot him again in the head, steal his wallet, dump his ass in the garbage.
- Yeah man, this plan is flawless, but don't put him in the garbage, that's nonsense,
- Cut him into pieces and feed him to your neighbor's dog man.
- Now you've got it! I'm glad you and I can see eye to eye after all man.
- Now Jordan, quit stalling, shoot this bitch twice and get your ass hauling,
- Jump in your mom's van, tear off straight outta Compton.
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