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irritates 
So high but no chance

My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I approached her like hey Mercedes why the long face
Why
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)

And I like my rhymes witty
All my dimes pretty
Poison is bubbling
Beneath your dreamhome
Buried there years before 

Kid runs in crying
From playing in the garden
"Mommy, I burned my hands!"
but I don't want to give them A's. O.k. F, D, F-, test time, set timers, call every parent and give 'em a piece of my mind, shit. 'cause I don't want
I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself 



Get into somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) 



A lot of my friends are sick
Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X) 



Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie 

I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully 

What now,
don't give a damn
Just buy their product
Cause they a by product of a marketing plan
Can I just get an autograph?
I'm fanatic number 2 million
Sign it
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is

Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
I been away from hell too long, I think it's time I went home
Ain't got no niggas or no weapons, steppin out on my own
Now I missed curfew
been easily brainwashed by just one sentence
It goes: all men are created equal
That's why corrupt governments kill innocent people
With chemical
We take no prisoners, when it rains it pours
Give me time, give me sweet by and by
And I know we can make it through it.
When they say that it's
But then the rappers that get em done had albums that flip-flopped
I never flopped an album in my career
You could stand in my shadow and you still
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun

[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
a couple of shots

Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause they were poor
flybys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause
Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down give 'em the crown
Look at the ground when you approaching the regal beagle
And people don't be equal and when
Loving to tickle 'em I be licking 'em down give 'em the crown
Look at the ground when you approaching the regal beagle
And people don't be equal and when
'em
Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em
Got to start sweet like a slow blues rhythm
Like a heartbeat you'll always be with 'em

When
your town problems
I'm feeding your broke condoms
Full of my cum squadrons
Come from along, got 'em all wrong
So please don't be surprised when you
nahmean? (yeah)
y'all missin' this is like dissin' this
See your Uncle Sam pissing on this
He's running real low on my shit list
Take 'em all out with
I'm takin' your kids' brains, you ain't gettin'em back
With a move of perfection, my dissection
Some call it lethal injection
I'm gonna fill'em with
relax,

soap helps dirt helps you keep clean to end dirt lips is now my dream if you see one walk by well just give 'em a smack I'll shave their lips
Thinking of how I’m playing with fire that burned my young boy
By any means necessary, don’t give a damn
So every night I’m on a flight that never lands
Be
faces
By the way this Clayton and my mind sick
It spreads contagious let's remind them
My private school's patrons of rhymin' fools and viable troops
a wig or a weave?

What you see is what you get
If you don't like it, fuck you bitch
You look good, you hot as shit
But you broke as hell and ain't