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[Verse 1]

I serve your ass like John McEnroe
Put a .45 Colt to the back of your skull
Cut my finger on a razor blade bagging up blow
Hit the back door with a little strag and a ho
Yeah you heard the news
That I’m back from the grave just to murder yous

[Intro]

This is my life

[Verse 1]

I always knew I was different even back at six
They tied me to a pole with a rope and wrap my wrists

[Verse 1]

I been caught up in the darkness and my anger and my hatred
I close my eyes and see myself hanging in the basement
Dangling my legs, veins straining in my head
Blood draining in the tub, drowning in it
I been down in it: the mud
I mean down in it: the dirt

I been caught up in the darkness and my anger and my hatred
I close my eyes and see myself hanging in the basement
Dangling my legs, veins straining in my head
Blood draining in the tub, drowning in it
I been down in it: the mud
I mean down in it: the dirt
I mean really down in it, lost and found in it berserk
I've been burned by the fire, scorched by the flame

Yo turn this up in your whip. Slaine and Static Select on this shit. Push the seat back and turn the system up. True story. Pay attention to the details.

[Scratching]

Thinking about the robbery last week
Hey you world, wanna hear a story?
This is the tale of lost innocence
Stickup kids that’s out for cash

[verse 1]
look close at the man in the background
as he moves real calm through a dark bar
slick when he p*ss a gram there in that pound
under pack in the trunk of his parked car
he moves through the winter like a cold wind
discreet with the style as he goes in
he darts like a shark through the ocean