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Nigga I pick you up by your skull bone Throw that shit on the train traccs I be trained to do that My mind held together like 10 year old elastic Glock out hittin niggas for they whips Up n down traffic I be dressed in all blacc Raiding niggas cribs Like a team fulla niggas from Oakland Or better yet the task Break off this chopper bad 10 inches up yo ass Have you coughing up bullets When you see yo fam in body bags Who the fuck sent you? What kinda credit cards you got? Did you know if I break in yo house And see ya mama the botch gettin shot Glock deep We puttin everybody to sleep When we creep cuz we deep Puttin bombs up under car seats Haphazard hazmat plasma Gnats Awfully crass I'm breaking this beer bottle And shoving broken glass Up that punk ass And I be clawing through fences N shit While they changing shifts A changeling Which spit the gift Now need a lift Up out of this area code Dem Po-pos don't know we pros Credits next episode No edits Rippin up through ya sets No regrets With gold on top of my teeth And dynamite strapped to my vest And my dome leak dopamine In excess I could hack you into pieces And not even see it successfully If that laced sess get the best of me I'm crackin through them ribs up in yo chest Nigga guess Who be runnin thru gated communities Hated screaming fuck peace and unity I got a piece fool What the fuck is you gon do to me Gnats be Nasty nappy crafty Plus the aftermath be a bloodbath Fuck the rapping Skip track to clapping With a laugh track That never ends Cuz bitch i'ma madman Placing hexes upon many men When I'm vexed I vent Bullets out yo cerebral cortex Just ask Cortez Busting niggas up I'm among the best up in the biz The rest attest its still yesterday And for all I know It really is Snorting snow Off a flask in a ski mask When I hit up yo crib Tell yo bitch I might crash And if you call the cops I'ma still blast on that ass fast And dash After I cleaned out yo cash out Rippin up shit in the back route Helicopters be blasting How I'm living Nobody be askin I'm on acid Heart beating lika Fat kid with asthma Bat shit bananas In this bonanza I call my stanza I trample a bandit Gangbanging on habituals And where I stand Rituals rise from barbiturates Bitch I'll hit you then eat you And that's it And now it's time to split Personalities Like a madman with the killa kit Which reminds me mothafucka where did the 9 mili went I know some niggas who bent Cuz now they days got spent I'm enraged my spit Fried my brains Stop game Drop niggas who drop names And I'm looking for a slut To lick the bloody rust up off my blade Is she insane Can she swallow 2 grenades Does she know I'm followin her For real about to holler Cuz I'm hollowin her out Leaving that sickness in yo mouth Yee that's what i'm about Tantalize they ties to they mind Mine the tantamount Gotta push a mime Till he break Get the answer out Planting landmines Where they dancing I'm mainlining ants Still sniffing landlines Cuz I can Now dial up yo mans And let me undersmell yo plans Understand my psalms Crafted from my palms The hardest smack's from my hand Blood drooling down my arm Infections from injecting mic's Blacc turns my bong Regardless i'ma give it my all Even if I get it all wrong

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from "God Bless The Gnats" - Parasitic Drag Original Soundtrack, released August 10, 2013

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