Playboy, i don't own that man
Do you hear the bullet clang?
And served it to the public on a silver platter
I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer
Thoughts of bloody murder.
Of one day getting older
Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
In front of the pastor
Huh, i can't interpret her
The underground will dumb it down, revenge will come around,
It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out
Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again
I go h.a.m. n' no coupon or pastor can save them
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