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Psyche! I'm the gift that just keeps on givin'. I'm a slut and I won't stop, ohhh. Like a drink that I can't stop sippin' Red cup, you know I fly solo
me from her milk-white hands Stained red with gore. The fetters that bound me are broken, By words that were best left unspoken, For now I am
on conquest The red horse is given a sword Taking peace from the world, slayer of men The black horse is given a scale The deliverer bringing famine
It's early in the morning, way before dawn I down a cup of coffee put my lucky hat on Get down to the water, before all the crowds Gonna have more
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
by a peace treaty Bound by a peace treaty [ VERSE 3 ] Hit the park, bailed out the car And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are
y'know? Teach 'em a little somethin' Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four-fifth Ragu red, your brain leakin them
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod It hardly ever rains
phone I don't give a fuck, though Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go Ooo wee ooo wee,
of money. Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, He was a pugilist by preference and by profession And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
high And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red We like that fuckin green, papers what I said