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Once again I've to getchya Hitchya the razor slitchya UnHoly, niggas to stay up off my dick though Sick though, when I with the wicked rhyme Stickin' it in your mind, the Flatline Unload, explode, here's the new Paranoia, can't do for ya skelter, mind melter, if I feltchya If I die, I'm goin to Hell, who do ya Run from the Devil, shovel, grave digga How you gonna a dead nigga, if you figure I'm dead? Here's the oops ya head Here's a hot a lead, an instead I walk the Flatline
If I'm on the Flatline's, it means I'm 'bout to my mind Death is the seventh sign, and I'm runnin' outta time, so this I'm a suicidalist, means I ain't afraid to die If I play the game of death, that means I the game to die Russian roulette, get my and act a FOOLy Unruly, see me lose my cool G Click, click, click, click, clickity, click, the hammer, and when it slams, God damn, (gunshot) bam
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Well I walk the and I'm 'bout to lose my grip Gotta gun in my hand, wrapped around my tips If I slip then I might catch a hole in my out bloody redrum, for somethin' I said um My minds Bedlam, flash backs of Rambo So much pressure, I my ammo off the dresser I'm shacking, I start to but be nimble, My minds starts crashing like a and I'm in To calm me down I think I better to ten but I only made it to nine, I did a line