Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream
Your going against the mean killing machine
I told him get his 9 and run
Escaping from my fucken gun
Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
You talkin bout toting that gun
Electric chair i don't deserve the fun
All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen
Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine
Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,
I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million
But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,
This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died
Wish i had a time machine
I'm the head coach of the team
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