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Acetone the brick press it make it stick
Turn a 28 into a 56
Really I be trapping really I be packing
Active with the package
I don't fuck with

My boots ima lace bouta block pace

Throwing some stones
Scrubbing that dope acetone
The cut was too strong
You know what im on    
Stabbin the vein

me don't go hit my phone

I had to run up my bands alone
Ice on my wrist this ain't two-tone
Rub off the paint like acetone
I'm too stressed out please

Never really knowing 'bout the plot (yea, yea)
Stay out every night
It ain't that smart (yea, yea)
Find my body in a state of exhaustion
Question'

catchin bodies like defensive ends
He like a ballerina cause his ass gon spin again
And I'm a sin again
And we gon send for more
I treat the world like my

beatbox along
I'm on acetone
I like eating chips
And stuff I found on the floor under the fridge
Yeah
Queasiness
Queasiness isn't easiness
It's mischevious,

aint showing no love we just messing shit up
Its gon Be a Murda

Yeah, you popping pills I prefer to drink
On my third body, Irv Gotti how i murder ink

up at school in my book satch 
I'll give you somethin’ to look at 
Yo shit unleaded this good gas 
Hit da dope wit’ acetone make ‘em comeback 
I'm

provoke the microphone
Dip lyrics in acetone
Send missiles that all blast a clone
And turn ya punk ass da stone
I break ya neck split ya lips
Split ya face

Mmmh, Aye, Yung Savo
I'm in my body but you know I get up out of me
He want some smoke then he get hit up with that shotta G
Don't give a fuck about

indisputable/
Style, irrefutable,
Women call it beautiful//
The Two X chromosome seducer with the poem/
My fingers on your body like a harp, music to my soul//

like acetone
Nothing left, but blood and bone.

Breathless drowning on my own
Seeping grief upon my thrown
Secrets kill with silent tones
Hypnotized by

the wine with a side of the body of Christ
Horrific grain feeling pain like ominous rice
If it's a battle that you want then have at you
I break you down

of Cliff Burton
Rockin' a Rickenbacker, catch some bodies
Intense like a pistol popper
Surrounded by savage clones
And assassin drones
Laughable, just stay

the best rapper alive but I'm one of em
Ol' niggas see me and be like he got a gun on him
Oh I'm the reason that body got white chalk around it
I had

Raise the gates! Yeah

This Glock 26 flammable, it's acetone
(ta ta ta) i'm a shooter
I show you a round like a chaperone (Brrr)
This

the fire
Til then I'll right my wrongs, my face up in Esquire

Yeah I'm back again
Yeah I can't pretend
Pass the acetone
Had my time in Rome
Now it's time

hear her say hello but...
It sounds wrong, garbled, like an imitation.
There are loud noises in the car now.
Scraping and droning growls pierce my body

This is a fifteen year old boy
Who also wanted to be special
Before hanging himself, he wrote on
His body, "I'm coming home
Master" and "Satan Lives!