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Send them back to their savannas of disease
From your first psychotic episode to your drug induced schizophrenia
It's your dysphoric mania that
toxic psychotic episodes
Wit boxes full of red devil to go cannibal
Walks a road as remote but Dexter knows
I'm all alone as dad's disowned decimal
Until
you done to me?
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke
Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now
100 degrees, that's
you done to me?
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke
Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now
100 degrees, that's
Albert, he goes west
He crossed the vast indifferent deserts of Arizona
He had a psychotic episode on a dude ranch
That involved a bottle
it the money that looks better under studio lights
Had another episode
I flipped the script
Our channels switched
Her morals strict
The other wouldn't
ya back back
Baby lemme get that
Thing so tight yeah
Thing kinda compact
Tryna get the contact
Full back blown out
Shawty like a humpback
So we gotta
on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame, like Pan Am flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn, the
kingpin just castled with his rook and lost
putting together sentences
Verbally a double barrel shotty, leave you blown apart
It's that evil rap nemesis, putting together sentences
Started off
Yeah I smell human flesh
My bedroom is a mess
My body’s burning now
And every sound is loud
Psychotic episode
I am telling no joke
Last night
he go coo coo
Dogging all these niggas
Like an episode of blue clues
And That
Nigga even lucky if i let him hit the Latto
Got him bussing like a 21
Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular
ride without it, ay
Push me to my limit, bet you see I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Can these niggas fuck with me? I highly doubt it
I'm mildly psychotic
Pocket full of cash and a sexy model
Shopping like I just won the lottery
Then I fell down, hit the ground like pottery, smash
(Manic episodes)
Dope,
gonna tell you I'ma
Talk about it
They full of shit and and so am I and so is you and all around us
Best we can do is talk about it
Fuck, I'ma talk about
girls a snack
But baby , I’m a full blown Meal
“Giggle”
Chorus:
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who’s the hottest of them all,
Round the world ,Near
part of the plan
Part-time but you full of shit
Flex on who, that’s your dad’s whip
Fly over and take a shit
Leave my mark, it’s Seago, bitch
I’m not
keep that forty on him, wait
A lot of those was talking strange, now they blown off that map
Homie told me, I ain't never going back
He had that mindset
dreams
I gotta scheme to get the dough
Man the house full of fiends
Only the mics getting blown
Had to hop on some trains
A couple buses just to go
I was
no dash
Quarter tank, 2am, puff puff pass
Big body Benz no gas, swag
So when the party ends Imma call a few cabs
I got a fist full of Madibas in my
bring a Plan B
For that Aftershock? Yup!
Boom! Graffiti! All over rooms bleeding
Bodies blown apart all on the walls, floor
Ceiling
I'm a show-stopping
got gas I’m sunoco’d Up
Get this bitch jumping man I’m POGO’d up
Ice on my neck got me Snow Coned up
Nigga stay throwed say I’m blown to much
Nigga stay
your best selection
I'm getting blown by the Cali breeze, trees through the intersection
Two-stepping when I'm grooving to a beat Cold weapon when I'm
blacked out episode
An open circuit fever
A blown fuse society
Made you nonbelievers
A blank slate anxiety
Voices turn to slurs
Hey, do you wanna come over?
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