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when you decide to
I am not the type you need to lie to but When you walk away, would you miss me
Or be on to the next like Jay-Z on a swiss beat
I'm

man thinks he's a black man's child
So listen up you can xxxx Jay-Z and Snoop
And Dre and yes Fred Durst
Heavy metal's back and it's here to stay
Cause

to the party
Go take somethin to make you smarty

Ima break her back
Ima break her back two ways
Wanna hit the front
We can dap right up
Touché
We stackin cups

to play me
I was on baby
You was on blame me
I was on don't hate me
You was on crazy
You was on Beyoncé
I was on Jay-Z
I was on love me
You was on make me
I

Nine o'clock, not again
So I'm like what now
Her man hit her up
Had to ask her what she doing
She like nothing, I'm just chillin'
You know vibing to some

brain, we ain't usin' nines
He keep bringin' up Jay
We killin' his ass, aint no need to pay no fine
I'ma watch his soul lift up out the air, now his mama

with me
Make up and Make Love
And still feel the same pain
Cuz I just want love but I
Can't trust and I
Can't go through the Same Things
Break up with me

bestowed name shall make Them bow

T-I-M-I H-A-Z-E It's Timi Haze don't forget my name 
Imma be rockin' the music scene errybody say
T-I-M-I H-A-Z-E It's

on wasting beats
Man fuck this rap shit, I make it look so damn easy
Right a song in my sleep hear me snoring to the beat like z z z z z z
Man these folks must

them 3, to come up here wit me 
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin'

forgive you for the mistakes you make
And ignore all the hearts you break

I'll never give up on you
I'll be one of those precious few
Who stands by you

down
Miss my bubs
We pull up for the second round
Sliding in these foreign whips
You know I make a better sound
Miss my bubs
Counting up the cheddar now

okay cool
Nigga run up get fouled out, Ion play by the rules
Ion even gotta show that pole, think I'm lacking you a damn fool
Dissing on my bruddas, I

some monetary wisdom that I got from Jay Z
Don't you hustle to get rich, hustle to get wealthy
Cause the goal ain't to feed I, the goal is to feed WE
Now

for bullet
K4k nigga
Kill for a kill
If you speak on
Big jay get your head blown
Tryna write a bitch
Name on a headstone
This 223 gone break
Every bone

to Paris, I gotta show 'em (go on, go on)

Baby, did I make you proud?
I know I'm hard to handle
I'ma come break you down
Even if you don't do scandals

hitting snooze, playing Fortnite
Couldn't make a slap on their fourth try
My throwaways snapping like a pork rind
All bars when I'm up in my soapbox
Yeah I

interview, knew I could take it globally, aye
And now look at where we at, I got Jay dishin' the pass
So for sure you know I'm scorin', had to start this up

and I ain't giving up
Thought I told you that I came here to win
I'm just trying to make it happen, living in this life of sin
I be whipping so fast in

never
Got a tool got
A green thumb I ain’t think about the rules

I make my own shit
I don’t really need help bitch I passed 10
(k) in a year by myself

make some more P's
Picked up the mic when I was fourteen
Real with the bars sometimes they talk greaze
Violate , you might see us on your street
All this

stop me
Ima kill all these beats
That’s the way I gotta eat
Shoutout to my boy Jay
Yeah he really go crazy
Loyalty is rare
That’s why I’m by my lonely

Wagon Wagon

Insane Clown Posse

The Ringmaster

1994

strange sounds, clowns with frowns
Break it on down, break it up till the break of dawn
Look out your window it's the wagon in your front lawn
Ah, boom,

line
I pick up, can't press decline
I've felt this way all my life
I just wanna make shit right

I been stuck up in my mind
Having dark thoughts, I can't