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作词 : Daveed Diggs/Jonathan Snipes/Demetrius Jackson/Jeremie Pennick |
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作曲 : Daveed Diggs/John W. Snyder/Jonathan Snipes/Sam McKinlay/William Hutson |
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The bags on the table ain't for weight, they for body parts |
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Victim skin stretched across the wall, call it body art |
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Bodies for the pile, bring 'em out stacked on a dolly cart (Yeah) |
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Anybody out there ain't on drugs yet, they should prolly start (Start) |
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This too real |
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Talking 'bout your life's a movie when the party start (Turn up) |
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But you ain't pick a genre, lil' bitch that wasn't hardly smart (No |
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The script was shit , your third act really drags, the structure falls apart |
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So here the fixer come, clipping limbs to serve 'em à la carte |
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The horror show was so wack, you said you'd never go back |
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But you standing over the stove talking 'bout you really know crack |
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(What you know) |
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Crack is what a skull do (Yep), so if someone getting brain |
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That mean it was nice to know you, the spinal fluid a go-to |
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To thicken the pot, the clique out in the whip whipping the snot |
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Out a submissive till he shit blood |
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You thought they was dickin' a thot? |
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You got your rap shit ****ed up |
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Matchstick tucked up under the tongue |
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Pour the oil, smell the sulfur, then you run (Run) |
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I'm rollin' up in the back of a G-wagon |
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I'm always on G-status, look (Look G'ed up, n*gga) |
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40 on my lap, that's the heat package |
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I'm from a hood where we beat rappers (We beat these pussy ass niggas |
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We way too grimey, we don't see rappers (Don't see y'all niggas |
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They s'posed to be street, but really be actors |
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I really be with the jackers |
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The ones who be clappin' shit and pistol packin' |
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Niggas who really trappin' (Really trappin' |
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Cocaine selling with 60 in they mattress (Stackin' n*gga |
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And do it with passion |
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This how these bitches be doin' they lashe |
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I hate niggas that sit on they asses (****in' hate y'all niggas |
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Always asking but they ain't makin' shit happen |
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Get out my way I'm craftin', laughin' (We laughin') |
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Let me spark my matches |
| [02:20.561] [Verse 3: BENNY THE BUTCHER] |
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Yo, I hope you niggas can jet (Uh huh |
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'Cause you dealing with a rapper that smoke contenders for rec (Nigga) |
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Real dope boy, I cook coke and interval stretch diamond |
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Right outta pot everything invisible set (Yeah) |
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Trunk got pies in it, disappeared in five minutes |
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The plug took the team where we never been like Kawhi Leonard (Woo) |
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Tote straps never smoked jack but go live with it (What) |
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In my book that's dry snitchin' but that's only my opinion |
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Gangstas know, killers stay patient till they down something (Chill) |
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But hit 'em like a real estate agent when he house huntin' |
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Rolex dial studded feds say my time flooded (Damn) |
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Put another chain on my neck and I'm a drown from it |
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El Padrino in the El Camino |
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If you bitch, get a jive switch and sell what's legal (Pussy |
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We might smile ear to ear but you can tell we evil |
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These rap niggas dye they hair just to sell some single |
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The Butcher! |
| [03:12.381] [Verse 4: Daveed Diggs] |
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Rock, paper, ice pick; nice trick, no homonym |
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Cutouts from a magazine, make letters for your mom and them |
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Who remember arts and crafts, these killers is artisans |
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With an arsenal to elevate your arteries, start again |
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Rock, paper, zip tie; that slow burn that drip dry |
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That fissures in your field of vision make your world a fisheye |
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That round edge make it worser when the bubble burst you just cry |
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Laid out on the floor without a tongue trying to ask why |
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Rock, paper, gun shot; classic out in some spots |
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If you prefer the sweet life maybe you can die like gum drops |
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Smooth and round and melting if you're left out when the sun's hot |
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This the preferred method of smart killers and dumb cops |
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Rock, paper, papercut; take 'em out to get tapered up |
