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Machine Head 9 I M Your God Now

best rapper that died, a murderous If you ain't get it by now I'm suicidal I'm wild, a nigga better than me is who I ain't heard of yet So I ain't murdered

clearer You turn me on, keep me standin up I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man enough I come up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw

plottin? on me, I'm 10 steps ahead of ya Black 40 caliber, I put a infrared on ya Nigga, I'm special, you mad ?cause ya regular Man, I don't want your

bit It ain't intricate I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent I don't make

niggaz in your face invadin your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did

niggaz in your face invadin your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did

in your face invadin your space You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know

I don't be playing, when I grab the mic I'm versatile I'm acting wild, some people be smoking on the black and mild But I'm ready I'ma wreck it up like

Spring is cholera fuck your fake sack corpse [The Grouch] Me I let loose usually get juice not easily Scaled I'm awful broadminding how I'm finding This