Make a punk bitch bite the curb
American History X
Burning churches 'til they dirt
Walk off and throw up the set
Just another Sunday purge, I'm ISIS with blades and a neck
Throw his body to the herd this what happens when you flex
Fuck boy, I lace your mama's drink with LSD gave your sister mescaline
Then chased her up and down the street
Never sleep
Stay on the creep to kill you sheep
Mark of the beast
Walking disease
Hell is my theme
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Gimme a cigarette, my nerves is bad
What the fuck your name is, boy?
I never heard of that
Germ is back in the N.O. we made a murder pact
She let out a nervous laugh
Swimming in the deep like where the surface at?
Make the sign of the cross and then I'm skrrtin' in the church's ash
Let my soul escape I'm switching bodies like a hermit crab
Home is where the dirt is at
Lemme circle back to the days when I said "fuck the world"
It's still me versus that
Ruby stuntin' like a circus act
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Who that there with all that flair?
Stare into my eyes, I dare you
Ride with the carbon
Pistons in the hood
Ben Wallace with me
Just might shoot you down
Don't make no sound
Big gun sounds get to rushing, bitch
It's nothing
DirtyNasty$uicide
It's you or I
It's do or die
Bitch, it's me
I got hunnids and I heard your tank's on "E."
Boot me down, I stomp you out
Big body bitch hold on my heat
Clap 'em with the ratty just for acting all types
Of cheesy
Better believe me, hoe
Gimme the cheese and dope