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Bout to put yo ass to shame, hell no we not the same

higher than a plane, is where i keep my brain

i pull up then i aim, at the sickest in the game

hotter than a flame, never mess with lame

fuck the money, fuck the fame

fucked your bitch and then she came, left a stain

on her ass we did a train, after acid and cocaine

leave ya plastered like some paint

wack ass bastard like his name was wayne

but im evil call me bain, no i cant complain

smoking on the sickest strain, call it sage

yeah im strange, since the youngest age, grab the mic im up on stage

with these raps that i engage, couldn't keep me in that cage

wrecking as i rage, supression got this range

depression causing pain, so i had to turn the page

now i got that purp all in my bup=p==