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Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Bitch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along I got more Adderall, chill out Bitch, I be the poor vagabond Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon I'm a gone pecan Smoking blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon Spelling Grey with a motherfuckin' epsilon I can't explain the phenomenon Runnin' from the cops like a marathon, cut em' to the palm Sing a sad song to your bitch, now she sendin' me emoticons Fuck her throat on the intercom In my locker, there's a bomb, hit a lick at prom Kill a thousand people, then I yawn Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm Rap game Genghis Khan—ah, fuck! Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" ("Grey...") Thinking, "should I cut they head?" (—Who said that?) SixFo' in a '64, with the Tommy gun Kicked up with a .44, don't know where this from Sweet lick on a sweet bitch, she used to suck my dick Told me, "keep it secret, can't make this pub-a-lic" Xans, son, I got xans, son Keep yo Fanta, the fours weak Fuck that codeine, I need that tan, son Doped up 'till I O.D, ayy, fuck the police Purple-yellow mix like a fucking Kobe jersey Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red Thinking, "should I get these hoes?" Thinking, "should I cut they head?" Creepin' through the motherfuckin' darkness Cold blooded mothafucka', leave a nigga heartless Regardless, I'm takin' his conscious Don't fuck around and leave a nigga just like a carcass Huntin' them busters, takin' them down to the dungeon Don't make a sound, the devil's comin' 'round the corner Settin' up for them souls that all hell-bound Look into my eyes and tell me what you see And see that a killer is on a killing spree! Dressed in all black and I'm takin' his life Live by the sword and you die by the knife! (try it!) Don't hesitate to take a nigga life real quick Cause if you do, the nigga is gonna try to take yours, bitch