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Looking like the Bogeyman, all black hoodie man Looking in the motherfucking darkness Always wanna get it man, shit ain't all goodie, man Matter a fact, it's far from it Straight up at the morgue, pale white corpse Your bitch hooked to me like phonics High to the be where it's darkened Sunlight, I wish I could stop it Drive down to the earth like a comet We solid, we rock like onyx Life is a lie, to be honest There's a reason I tend to be violent I been, coping with the fact I'm here Everyday is a new nightmare Life is a bitch, she don't fight fair Sometimes I despise the concept of air Please, put me in a choke hold I don't wish to be here no more Please, put me in a choke hold I wanna go and never come home
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