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sharks you hear the sirens

You walkin' corpses, we was fine
But you had to change our mind
Now our numbers up up by 9
dial 1 1, hope you die
Call em

shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died

This the prelude to the album
This is everything
If you can actually pay attention
Imma tell you everything
What do you want to know

Fuck it this

like the tsetse
I put them all to sleep - knock out
Early Christmas, time out
This dawn the truth
Be say almost blacked out
Hope dey, the sun dey
Come I

Rap gift, yeah, Christmas
Waterfall, big drip
Magnum, big dick

Honesty, no apology
Focus up on the now
Vision ten years from now
Look back on all my

(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North

a supreme
Oh they hating me
They waiting for me
They think it's a wrap
Day before christmas ing me
I coulda signed a deal
But it was eerie to me
We from

Can We Go Back To Bed?

Bazzi

Soul Searching

Yeah, I miss your mom and your dad (and your dad)
Your sisters, brothers, all of that (all of that)
Remember Christmas-time by the pool
I never, ever

FV Till I Die

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

of mischief
Made an album so raw the way you just had to get it, every track explicit
I figured those of you who was in love with rap would listen
And tell

the money tryna save that
Drop an album another on the way thats just BeePax
Snakes in this grass i gotta start the weed wack
I'm a psycho with the pen i make

the boat frying these chickens
Price for the low they're buying them quickly 
Glass slipper strain got me lit up like it's christmas
Man i'm higher than

chidori
I
love my business
My
Life like Christmas
I
Shoot by songs
So
Throw out pistols
My main enemy is in my head
Your Rolex is shit, cause you already

bright like porch lights
On Christmas eve
Use my gift to bag a bitch like saint nick
Think of Santa bitch
This a clause you can't miss

That's ya bitch, aw

pistols, no guns and no violence
Bring Christmas, I’ll be your Santa
Gift you more beats, more rhymes and new cadence
Inspiration drawn from the G.O.A.T.’s

Oh shit I just fucked up
This alcohol sucked up
My money honey sorry sonny
This Christmas we're outta luck
Spent away on pills and gin
Past due

started to work 
On my first album 
No beats 
Just rhymes 
My head was crowded 
I like to reminisce about dudes 
I listened to 
And still do 
I listen

Wasnt tripping I was kicking it with Wifey
She between a double-nickel and a dime piece
Harlem garden grew God all of them
Surprised by all this cuz now

that wanted some
Bang the drum
Bang ur mum
I'm a scum
First album
Chew on me like a sweet gum
After that enter into my room
Let's have some funnn

music
God gave me a gift, Ima use it
Rap like its Christmas, this nigga be foolin'
But this just the intro it gotta be smoother
So I, take my time and Ima

that I align with
Hate when niggas gotta move so indecisive
I don’t really understand what put me on the other side
These niggas spend they time by

their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)

I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in

Clubs get their

me put you in line like a sentence
Just let me light my trees, Merry Christmas
Continue to count my digits 
'Til my fingers filled with papercuts,

year. pockets on empty but they full of Christmas cheer. Even though may is my favorite part of the year. Any day now, I'll move out the base ment. I

testing her
Now these bitches wonder why I don’t go by Jessica 
Always been jet ray
Ain’t talking Ben 10
If you think you know me 
You gone have to guess