Montaga
Panic Defense
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All out of money Not out of friends Just fucking kidding Everyone's dead This man sold me fet And I just want more Eighty a bund No money to score This shit killed my friends I guess they couldn't keep up It won't be long Till I join the club Out on the state streets And I seek a bag You were the victim Of a chloroform rag I'm robbing my dealer My hands in his pockets I'm on a mission and There's no way to stop this My arms are rotten My asshole burns My friends just keep dying I'll never learn I don't give a f*ck If I'm gonna die Just shut the f*ck up and Give me money to get high MONTAGA My arms look like rotten fruit My fingers on the trigger See red Shoot! Shoot MONTAGA I'll fucking kill you for the stuff All the money in the world couldn't buy me enough MONTAGA MONTAGA Now I'm super dope sick Famous on craigslist for suckin mad dick MONTAGA Not dead yet but I keep coming close All my friends are ghosts cause they just overdose
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