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Chopper: One shot to my head, one shot to Rennet’s…are your ready Rennet?
Rennet: I don’t think I want to play…
Chopper: Are you ready?…you don’t wanna play…Bad Luck.

We never came to wreck everything that you were living for,
(It just happened that’s it,)
You haven’t heard of us I’ve been a murderer this is a,
(Classic Action acting,)
Like I’ve been up on a pedestal, you are the metaphor,
(I’ve Been writing slowly,)
We are the virus you don’t have the antidote anymore,
(Kill you softly only,)
Cutting the ties with the ‘tied of me’,
Try to rewire me via my tiring,
Like a leviathan, I’m here to fire them,
liar we’re higher than hippies retiring,
Never Aspiring, Finna rub the chalk off the black board;
Please don’t tell me what I can afford,
Never birthright-gorrilla-oh wah-war lords,
Liquid sword swing a corner like a 4 door,
Generation fed by Ritalin we don’t want anymore,
(It's been getting lonely)
Best bring an umbrella for your girl when I walk in through the door,
(Bleeding from the copping)
____Said I won’t pop, won’t pop till you fall,
See your girl drop she drop to these balls,
My outlook on life, see they call truth depression,
But had you all guessing from how I’ve been stepping.

I don’t wanna be…. anything less than a symbol,
But still I wanna kill it, wanna be there to the end till,
Mans respects, mans will get merked in a sec-end,
Ink up on my neck its triple one to the death end,
Say I got a gun for a tongue, motherfucker I’m a weapon,
They don’t even know me, they don’t even question,

I—I Know,
I move slow,
Please don’t go,

Bitch its – eyes low, running empty,
My pockets locked from shady hands just tryna roll a 20,
You think it's hot, but only know the face don’t know the message,
Spend a month inside my head you’d probably fucking end it,
(Sour you don’t know me better)
Every little body I done, got the best of,
I’ma go and lick on the sun with the rest of,
Sip up on a bottle of rum get the test off,
Liquid in the pit of my lung that’s arrest of,
Cardiac but back snapped,
Cover my trace I’m eyes closed,
With eight crystal bottles, a case and hydro,
Piston pump in line smoke,
Got my wrist in chains but I’m broke,
Risk for change that I know,
Got a blistering game of hot flow,
Never miss the shot when I go,
Get twisted up by god knows,
If you see me in the thick of the cut then gung ho.

Everyone is thrown back it’s a fact that I’m a tall man,
Centerfold snap in my lap like contortion,
Ripple like the nipple of nuns all aboard Triple —
C LXV, Double X IV Foursome,

Break from the core, never ready for the war man,
Coursing the halls with calls of mid morning,
Crash tackle the mill; drop bombs with no warning,
I came to kill, you sleep in beds dormant,

Crave that’s on me,
Face I only,
Smoke gone take me,
Know my making,

I—I Know,
I move slow,
Please don’t go,

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