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I'm another player carrying a chainsaw
Dropping every body's bodies like a bass drop
Don't worry cuz them nosey neighbors listening
to Waka Flocka Flame, keep it hidden from the popo
Pour the hydro into jars with your carcasses
Mix them slowly til it vanishes, and when they screamin
Gag the bitches, and feed them to monster at the lake
I know those motherfuckers really love them by mistake
And now we discard our evidence
Keep the place squeeky clean, dissipate existence
of everything that would link me and those bitches
And then again and then again, we on a loop
Break a house, kill a hoe, go home and have soup.
I know some nigga said "get out of my stoop"
Sorry I don't really like Kool-Aide juice
Everything's fine until I had this thought
I know my blade's been used, abused from every hack and cut
Blood splatter on my favorite jeans
Called a korean to get it done and cleaned
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Ganger,
released October 27, 2012
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