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Someone was killed today because of what you did

I know

How about another joke, Murray

No, I think we've had enough of your jokes

What do you get..

I don't think so

...when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash

Call the police, Gene

I'll tell you what you get

Call the police

You get what you fucking deserve

No

7, 6, 7, 6..

Hit the beat with my vocals

They say don't rap, but I'm loco

Cruisin' with my bro, don't feelin' the flow, go

Hittin' on the low low, but we just tryna grow, yo

Flexin' hard and holdin' out and feelin' somethin' but we lackin' gut, head, fuck that mad clap

Shoutout to my rapper, he not black

We tryin' that, not a fake, hold my rap, that's a wrap

EP of the century, we talkin' real, we spinnin' fields, erasin' all the memories

We resonate, my remedy, her dyin' heart in jeopardy

We just made a killer speed, controllin' like a referee

We gettin' big, I guarantee

Zooted on the speakers, never gatin' any features

Hey, I've been noticing that you've been struggling with some heart disease

You might go check that out with a doctor or something, cause I don't want you to die on me

Like, you know, I don't care, bro