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Devereaux It's Chunk I'm gonna bash 'em right the f**k in Heard that you was talkin', homie, thought I never knew But the streets don't only listen, they be talkin' to me too (They do) Slither through my garden I'ma chop a snake in two In the cabin with the savages, we calculating doom Jump out the tomb, I'ma just follow the moon Well look at that, that sh*t just led me to you (B*t*h) You lied to my face, now you gon' lie in a stew (Bloop) My hatchet swang in America, (Chop) China gon' get a monsoon All at your neck, let's put the b***erfly in the effect Spinеless cowards in a bloody shower 'til the tub fill and you slip Toastеr in it 'til it short the power 'cause it gotta be death or respect This for the maggots without any loyalty, the wagons have come to collect Tell me, what's it like to be dead? Can you smell your rotting lips? Is it a trip when your skin rips? Does your dark sun stay eclipsed? Speedball, ninja, f**k your health Blaze up and cremate yourself Bonfire in your backyard, stick your ash in a jar Now you on that shelf Your heart's beatin' stopped in place Eyes withering in your face What's that view like? How's it taste When your tongue disintegrates? And when you're dead, why's it hangin' out? Is it the maggots in your mouth? Can you taste them squirmin' about? I bet they like how you taste, no doubt Follow me, boy, does it suck to be dead? (Tell me) Them hollow-points plucked in your head Is it weird when the brains in your cranium spread All over your truck instead? And my pit bull Atari fed On a dead redneck inbred Your bad karma came callin', it was appallin' And dreadful, that's all you bled I love watching you crawl in bed Thinkin' I give a f**k, all misled Made me laugh so hard that my f**kin' Gat discharged And dumped all its lead And I blew your skull to shreds And I'm takin' all the cred Like you did so many others, now it's your mother's turn To get to call you dead B*t*h, you're dead Dead I'm gonna bash 'em right the f**k in I'm up in the block and let the Glock pop Homie swangin' hatchets out the drop top If you ain't down with the clown then you dead in the ground Where don't nobody hop out Blood on my diamonds and hoes on my line So a killa got something to smile 'bout Mob out on a motherf**ker 'cause I tied him to the bumper Just to rip a sucker arms out Hatchet blade all in your sphincter I make it spray like a sprinkler Find me a sexual predator Then give that trigger the finger (Boom) Never been much of a thinker (Nah) Murder made me a believer Karma be workin' to Juggalos Let all them other hoes be the receiver Hong Kong chop suey, boing boing The Duke is Froot Loop screwy (Why?) Your boy Huey Lewis spread the news That my d**k splooge was gooey I nutted on your b*t*h face, where was you? Gone without a slick trace, what a waste D**k Tracy couldn't find ya 'Cause you're dead and gone, let me remind ya Cavalier dogs led by a rover Them mutts turned every leaf over Should've asked Cobain, 'cause like you He had everything banged up above his shoulders Check the moon and search with the Hubble But I soon had to burst they bubble Should've checked the back of the hearse, or just ask Lurch You was in worse than trouble You was all submerged in the rubble Six feet deep below six feet deep double As dead as a dead man's d**k hole Buried where? Who knows? So f**k your shovel B*t*h, you're dead Dead B*t*h, you're dead Dead Bash 'em right the f**k in
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