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i’m on the lookout for the money plata, mulah
yep, dem benji’s, not them single tens and twenties
i keep it cheap though not spending a penny

on unnecessary things, but covering up traces
so where the money at the bas-m-nt or the attic
quickly tell me befo’ before i’m going all psychotic
leaving bodies all over ya house, including ya spouse
throat cut bruises they gone find ya tied down
i’d rather do it nice and easy unless you leave me no choice
i might choose to cut you up in pieces
i got my reasons to be doing what i’m doing, don’t believe me?
test me, and i’ll come over to prove it
yeah sure it’s alcohol that keeps on pushin’ me further, further
towards my next mu’murder
but the decesion and the blood is still on my gloves
although i’m drunk and f-ckedup on drugs
just so scared of myself, that i try to scare others
voices in my head told me “not to be bothered”
but same motherfers command to get your mother, father slaughtered
you better start runnin’, before i start huntin’

i’m havin wicked thoughts, wakin up when it’s dark
i feel the need to spill some blood every f’ing bar
that’s how i used to be, it’s just the way i am
i was messed up not givin’ fs prior to rappin’ fam
i’m havin wicked thoughts, wakin up when it’s dark
i feel the need to spill some blood every f’ing bar
that’s how i used to be, it’s just the way i am
i was messed up not givin’ f’s prior to rappin’ fam

i’m a motherfa’ goin’ brakka brakka
lootin’ plata, bustin’ rattas who are try’na f’ me over
there’s nothin sweet as revenge except the stench
of branches with snitches, danglin’ from it like ornaments
the chronic got me psychotic, k!lling men or holding ’em
as hostages, is a pleasure when i’m zoning in
spittin’ my lyrics ill, drillin’ it into your skull with sk!ll
blood spills as every f’ing word k!lls
drive by as i’m holdin the wheel, show you how it feel’
when the lead is lead through your head
fed through your mouth and there you lay dead
so with that said, i demand respect
or expect to get wrecked as i pull up to your doorstep
ready set, go right, i go left
grab the tec quick surround is bed spread
don’t break his neck make him beg for it to end
don’t want him alive, just people to recognize
with they own eyes, not to f-ck with my enterprise
they gon’ die, while i’m flying, i rise
f-ckedup high and f-ckedup in my mind

i’m havin wicked thoughts, wakin up when it’s dark
i feel the need to spill some blood every f’ing bar
that’s how i used to be, it’s just the way i am
i was messed up not givin’ f’s prior to rappin’ fam
i’m havin wicked thoughts, wakin up when it’s dark
i feel the need to spill some blood every f’ing bar
that’s how i used to be, it’s just the way i am
i was messed up not givin’ f’s prior to rappin’ fam

- identity

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