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Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at? 

Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at? 

Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at? 

Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at? 

Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out
Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out TT
Megaman can bring two gats easy
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at? 

Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out
you feel what you say
'Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm a MONSTER!
You know I'm certified sick
I came from the corner where
I couldn't care less what you feel what you say
'Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way, I'm a monster

You know I'm certified sick
I
bag then I paddle fast no nonsense
Hit the studio with no delayin'
I give a dap to my homie Bailey on the way in
I start drinkin' I start recordin'
and I rock with them zombies
Are you livin' in the darkness?
Death is what I encompass
Brought back by the musical voodoo in which I come with
in the club, still a thug by the book
Are you a book or a slut, where's the love I don't know
At the same spot as you left it, you feel me but just
chill
I know the way the pleasure feel
I'm not judging
But still I'm on a mission, yo I'm not buggin'
I got fam that won't stop druggin' 
They can't
No Limit mercenary 
No tellin how bad it get, because the worse will vary 
I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot 
They intimidated by
somethin that these MC's hate
I couldn't care less what you feel what you say
'Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way - I'm a MONSTER!

You
Smiling back from a Saudi base

Then Carlos on the big bay mare
Heavier now and longer haired
Looking past the saddle shed 
From way on bac inside his
The way I feel now I could spit for six hours
Straight, only way to be great, is to dig down, 
If you can hear this sound inside my head sounds like
cremated them haters
So, my studio be a funeral
Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?
Uh, yeah I'm killin' you, step inside the lion's den
Man I'm Hov
I feel out of place, I feel so out of place
Maybe I belong somewhere in outer space
They way I'm often alienated daily and hated by earthlings
I
reflect me in some way
I look at them to see myself
To judge my life by someone else
The metaphors within replete:
The mirrors are the people that I met
follow the false prophet
Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment
I touch topics that try to open up your optics
Vacate in the Tropics, you