Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
And rip out your vocal cords,
Tinted out, you ain't seeing through
Fuck you man,i'm gonna rip you,
Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide
Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
The fucking college trying to rip me off
Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side
I was drowning in the tide with my mouth open wide,
I'll rip it up inside yo pad mayne
Get the heat ready then i give them that flame
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