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i'ma murder this bitch o.j simpson style,
stab ya in the liver while i crack a evil smile,
yeah bitch 9-1-1, is the number to god damn dial,
before i will burst ya temple with my pauw-pauw,
i got a weapon strapped to my back,
and i'ma paintcha vision black,
i'ma mick jag this fag with a tech,
break ya neck, it's a busta fact,
this is what we real killers do,
and even if i die and go hologram,
i'll still be realer than you,
i'm a mad man runnin' around memory lane,
everything changed, nothin' remains the same,
but ain't a person to blame for the person i became,
exept for this streetfame, on the same street i reign,

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TheMercyfull
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