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Homie caught a body
Got a naughty shawty
Throw her in the trunk of my purple buggati
Opps on my tail damn making this a party
Firing shots man I think they might’ve got me
Bleeding and speeding on the 401
This is hood economics 101
Got that gangsta archetype like Carl Yung
Damn making me ask who am I running from?
When I know I got balls and a fuckin loaded gun
Roll out on the freeway while takin some heat
One cop two cop three’s on his feet
Yeah bullseye put one his knee
Cryin oh please don’t hurt me you know I got family
Put him to sleep with nice slick kick
As I head to his home to go meet his kids
His wife’s crying in the corner as I fire from the hip
Yeah there’s heart in this clip
I put my all in this shit
Leaving their home while unfulfilled
Got a taste for killing need more blood to spill
God looking down asking me to chill
Fire shots in the air tellin him no deal
Already dug my grave and wrote my will
Therapist tells me just stay home and masturbate man
Tell him fuck off you know I’m Patrick Bateman
Killers don’t discriminate you know I still kill women
Brutally beat them into mush on the pavement
Screaming for help with no-one here to save them
My life has purpose and I know who I am
A cold blooded killer with two glocks in his hands
Better run mothafucka you know you stand no chance
Cause it takes two to tango and damn I wanna dance
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