Just plain pat visions with some sick aim
Mane, my aim is rain on you shame,
Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box
See i was in my room, on my old xbox.
Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my
As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby
Completely smashed my xbox, didn't beat the next stage.
I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age
Took my xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
My mind is on vacation but my body has arrived home
And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne
I'm like roots, you a new shovel
My style is on point like a decimal,
Don’t wanna have me then somebody will
My style is on point like a decimal/
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