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Story, story time It don't take much to break me and That's why everybody out there hates me It don't take much to fake me and that's why very little can contain me I got my hands on you and I ain't lettin' go Got my hands on you and I ain't do it for nothing Shots rang out, the guts hang out I run around the corner where the fox hang out Hope they don't see me My vision is 3D The fucker try to take me Put his neck on a TV Yeah I hope that they grinded his bones and the furnace was sowed up Murder the people and wear their skin because I wanna Take my knife and carve the initials Bet you can't brace from the sound of the pistol That's right sucker, he better throw up I got the fucker chained up Can I break it and run? He said what's up? Get the chainsaw rip him I'm done, yeah Murder suspect I'm on the watch list They tryna find me The fuckers can't stop this (yeah) Can't escape from all of this This just the game you're playing in And I watch the veins pop out your skin Why don't you have fun and stay a bit? Shots rang through the building They can not kill what they cannot see clearly I gotta pay attention to these motherfuckers behind me Better change up this motherfucker he doesn't find me No you could try motherfucker I do this shit kindly 20 kids and a tommy passin' ya I shot up pass them When them fuckers try to find a shot I'm quick You don't like it you can suck a dick You don't like it you can suck a dick It don't take much to break me and That's why everybody out there hates me It don't take much to shake me and That's why very little can contain me Murder suspect What did you expect? Living like a pet, listen uh
Writer(s): Marric Slack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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