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I used to be a cool guy, but now I'm mad
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Most of these artists buy soda, they all trash. They never last, they character lack of momentum
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I staple their nipples to their knees and make them do sit-ups. They talk shit like I'm a foreigner
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They dig in their grave with their tongue. I'm on the corner with the coroner. Let's go
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Your crew the target, I burn them like Mr. Marcus. For the profit, I'm leaving blood on the carpet in your label office
