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[Lil Cut Throat] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer) (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside) (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah (Time to go back to speak that lingo) [Lil Cut Throat] I'm back in this bitch like a menace (Yeah, menace) Running these hoes just like tennis (Tennis) f*ck what you thought of my image (What?) Blocka-block-block-block, blah Semi-auto with the scope (Scope) I'm back in this bitch with the cult (What?) I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (What?) Scrim back in this bitch, better know I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?) Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah) Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin') Come hard when you step in my yard Scammin', give me your card (Uh, what?) Off of a couplе them bars (Huh?) Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?) Auto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah) Talkin' a lot of that guala (Guala) From the esеs to the shottas Lil Wetto with yoppas Get my pills straight from the doctor Off of the jump with my shit (Yeah, pop-pop) Offer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah) Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah) Smoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah) [Lil Cut Throat] OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly) OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho) [Yung Plague] Hahaha Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think Stop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions) Stop telling me what to think, to think Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think (Assumptions always being that) Stop, stop telling me what to think (Stop) [Yung Plague] I have become what I hate Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away Too bad that it ain't a race Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place Always in bad shape, blunt to the face I want all the smoke, let me get a f*cking taste What the f*ck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed Yung Plague got nothing to hide Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides But I choose $uicide Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world I reject all the people inside (f*ck 'em) They can run, they can hide They can swim, they can fly But I'll hunt 'em day and night For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die Then shed tears like a crocodile All the while my chopper smile Wipe the bullets, that's not my style Belly full of lead and stomach bile You thought your life would be worthwhile Just another f*cking rank-and-file (Bitch) First came school, then you got a job Now your f*cking bitch is walking down the aisle Safe neighborhood for the domicile Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy) Don't touch that f*cking dial (Ayy) Let's see what's on TV World War III in a couple hours (Ayy) But at least, the house is clean (Ayy) Bodies will be piled for miles and miles But the maid service was free, uh
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