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inside a my chest
beats the heart of a lion
i ain't lying
test that
I'll have your ass layin
paramedics cant get you up

saw death before i saw life
dont make an ass outta yourself
tryin to stop me, im cocky
new world rocky
you sloppy
I'll club you
never heard of you

ha size and shit
when they firing clips
you ain't gotta be intelegent
to realize that shits irelavent

see around here
you run into people who cant spell
but damn sure they got good aim

burgarly ha
im flashy as a fuck
gonna have to murder me
I'll be leaving with your
burgandy nikes
but first make your white tee
burgandy, thats me
back down

constantly laughing
at these crowds of clowns
surrounding me

but you gotta watch your back
cause mother fuckers funny
phonny as all shit
they coming for your money

i aint nothin nice
you sweet like honey
when you coming out the closet

I lay down dollars
you lay under flowers


*there wasnt enough tape on the recorder...so the rest is lost...*








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