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Nigga I be so high n shit Chipping my toenails on the concrete thinking I be losing my grip On the earth Then I fall back Hit the back of my skull on the bench At the bus stop And then a voice said "Young nigga you already where you need to be Rollin up neat With that dojand beat in the back seat Peep it's packed Like master p's Cadillac Laced with bear spray mace and a sack of that crinacc Nigga I creeps it phizzat Like bong hits in fact Zips come along with that Get chips bitch Or get hit with a baseball bat As a matter of fact I be goin looney loco Turning goons into gooey shit When this Banana clip spit Cuz nigga I be going postal And be out in a minute Ides cap rippin With the spinach And still trippin And yo family go missing And guess who did it Sliding through yo block hissing Put the squeeze on ya spot And seize everything you got Making heads do 180s And infecting ladies with rabies I'm crazy nigga The second I get it hazy I be at yo neck with a blade After I spayed you with the tech Respect my technique ain't muffled Like the pillows over yo mothers mouth While I be swallowing shroom truffles Boom Break out through the wall Like doctor doom Catch em in the bathroom Take they clothes Reload And be out to the next flo Scaling these buildings And railings While these niggas be failing Blood squirting on the sheets While the body is flailing I flay em sautée the frame Now peep game Check the Picture Which nigga can't be Contained He spit the scripture Then flipped the script His camp be insane And he out to spit flames We can't be the same crack you in half for the change And got yo bitch tame With gold ass chains for reigns I pop brains And rock microphones mane And smoke rock at boat shops But No Bo legged ho got No chance to bogart My blunt So cunt dont start My dick stay so sharp Rip from the clit up to yo heart And while its still beatin I eat it Only as deadly as the diseases I believe in In front of the surveillance camera I dissolve into steam And y'all all be looking like surveillance cameras to me So I don't say shit Don't let niggas see my 380 I'm outy on the tip And still get rowdy on a bitch And whatever the fuck you talkin about Ain't as tight as this So I'm igniting this Violence By the vial of the bile You done dialed up denial If you don't think I got Flows like the Nile You senile Busta You can't be serious Cant't be hearing this Must be fearing us He's sus him and his mane mus be Tryna go crosstown If they discussin bout bussin those niggaz stuck in the mud Cuz they worth about nothin Contanstly frontin I see they fucked And continually cussin I grab on the clutch And pitch em some mustard And ditch em in ditches Cuz I be out for the custard Say what we fuckin em up And I barrs no Busta With bars I bust up punks Like trucks motherfucker! Peep trust Run train up her guts Till that bitch lose her lunch Brand hutches with crutches Cousin Call me the oven Other Niggas run for cover When they see me comin Corrupted set speakers to seance When I'm summoned And suddenly I'm smoking up on somethin disgustin Rusted Like a Dutch packed with puss Dripping nigga pass it up I ain't patch Adams with the hatchet I'm the assassin there you have it Into halves cut up from the calves And be out with the draft Over the grass I hover With the shard of broken glass That I ran through yo punk ass Discovered? Never this evidence ain't on disc Dismembered pillowbotomized My alibi out of body experience Don't call me god when you see me in the streets Time to hit escape on these bitches and skate Can you relate Or realize and metabolize my rhymes Diabolic my diatribe Over sinister synthesizer Replenishing every second Cuz fuck em all And if you can't tell yourself from a bitch Then my time for you is all too small Holla I meant it And if you can't handle going independent Then ya shoulda never checked in To heartbreak hotel To kick it with pimpin

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

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