Knees dug deep into the pavement
Grab the scissors and saws and
Make the fingers snap
And like to boast and brag
The club underwater, have em running out the front
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
But nah, he is quite different
And remember what i said and
And their mothers and fathers
But we still real brothers
Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come
Sanyo, and handheld and handgun
That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one
Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman
What i do, through and through and
And get caught, in the moment
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