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im comin home, but i got a gun to my dome,

im being stalked from a distance, at any moment i could be separated from my ligaments,

spitting like im Swedish, my rhymes are diverse, i feel like my career is speeding in reverse,

why does my life, include draino and a bloody fillet knife,

why does everyone around me act better than me, when i get girls wetter than they could,

when spit flows off the tip of my tongue, everyone calls TwoOneEight so great,

fuck point that 22 at my chest, and blast away like im an eight point buck, fuck

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