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[Verse 1: Khris P] Straight mayhem, hallelujah, amen Ay man, not one of these boys up in the play pin Yeah, Octopus Jones, raising hell up in the holy waters Had Poseidon on my side to try and point it higher Boy that's where you need to be, the top big ballin Theme music Phil Collins, in the air call it 911 I just let it ring It seems so brutal, let the choir sing Death around the corner Death before dishonor Honestly never gave a fuck to be honest your honor I witness fuck niggas lying on plenty occasions Until they let the lion out the fucking cage tame me? Yeah right nigga, get a fucking grip Loose Lips ain't known for doing shit besides suckin' dick Curse my ass off, keep treatin' me like I'm cursed Testify hope you all burn in hell wish you the worst Whip a hearse, and you know I put the city on it Tacoma dome or morgue No blood, the pity on it I'm really itchin' mama, I might need a key Bricks up in my home, runnin' out of elbow grease Royal acc strapped work backpack vans stains of coke Fresh and paid, young nigga Chucky talkin'stupid bowl Stupid lambchops no more hammocks, spoiled milk, or grits Conversations with the lord like, I know you hear this shit! Yo, dodgin bullets and carried the cross Satan on them 22's just skatin' the block In the cross hairs, dead in the middle, stand or fall my nigga Ball or fall my nigga, ILLFIGHTYOU Till I fall my nigga I'm real spiritual, someone that you can listen to In the back seat, rollin', wrapin' a Christmas tree If the lac creep slowly, spooky, it's Halloween How many fuck you's can I shout out before I burn my lungs out Top of the world, my nuts out They either want my son or they mad I'm not their son Life and light was given to me, shinnin' im the... Out the dump sight, buzzin but we ain't shit If I had a Grammy speech this would be it And if I only had time for one line or one thing to say "ILLFIGHTYOU's for the kids but we really ain't the one's to play" Thank you SIKE nigga, suck our dicks nigga! [Outro: EvergreenOne, Parody] That's right bitch Said that's right Said that's right I know you're fukin' listenin' out there I know you're fukin' listenin' out there just rubbin' on your fuckin' Pussy bitch We wanna see you at the next show, you gotta come on out, let us know what you got Bring it on Ok Just bring it ok Bring yourself and your friends Cause we do this for you guys All you dead tooth bitches who fuckin' wake up at 5 Still fuckin' sleepin' on your fuckin' couch Arguin' about shit, that doesn't need to be argued about Fuckin' bitch Triflin' ass ho, da fuck Nervous and shit bitch
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