[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
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East Side ‘til I die ho, fuck you to my rivals
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Holy Bible, assault, rifle
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I’m high as hell like Micheal
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Jackson on propofol, Tylenol, howdy y’all?
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Hatin’ niggas I'm ridin’ off
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In A spaceship on gold D's
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I freebased then OD’d then I wake up in the ER
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Why am I such a retard?
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Your girlfriend such a sweetheart
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She gave me head in a cheap car
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In the back seat, we are not alike
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I’m a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat
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Say one word to me wrong, then
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It’s click-clack, pow-pow, 6 feet under
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Yup, put a little coke in my nose
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Okay, I wanna fuck Marilyn Monroe
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If I can’t get the pussy I’ll be satistfied if she
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Let me put my dick on the side of her toes
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M.O.B., no time for hoes
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Dick hang like no time for clothes
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After I bust, vamonos then I’ll take these hoes at the Domino’s
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I crumble those pussy rappers then stuff his ass in an envelope
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Shout out to my homeboys who can’t smoke because they’re on parole
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Pour beer on the bitches head while gettin’ head
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Get so high, forget my name
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She called me Jarren, I slapped the ho, bitch this is Fred
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I’m gettin’ bread like Pillsbury
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The pussy can’t be real hairy
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If she looks like Chewbacca with no clothes on, that’s real scary
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I put the beat in a body bag, then throw that shit in the crematory
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Mr bartender I’ll throw a Molotov cocktail at your green Ferrari
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My brains on the back of a milk box
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Fuck y’all, kick rocks
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The way that I murdered these verses
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Fuck it, you might as well say I killed Hip-Hop
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[Hook: Planet IV]
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So tell that hatin’ nigga he can go and eat a dick
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Cause to be honest really I don’t give a shit
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I got a burner for my enemies and foes
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Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes
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And if you see me pullin’ up in with my clique
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Just know we came to go retarded in this bitch
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We got no manners, no respect, well I suppose
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Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes
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[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
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Thank God for My Grandma’s Basement
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I coulda been livin’ on the pavement
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I woop a nigga's ass like Texas Walker and spaz on hoes like cavemen
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Nah nigga these ain’t Ray-Bans
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I’m throwed off bitch like Rainman
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Made a pussy pop then breakdance
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‘Til my dick kiss the Holy Ghost, bitch Amen
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Christian Dior my fragrance
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America caucasians’ favorite
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Nigger, put a fuckin’ rapper on a grill with a side of collard greens and ate ‘em
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I’m still tryna fuck Candy Latham, now I can probably fuck Raven-
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Symone, show up at her house at night with a side of that Canadian bacon
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Yeah, As-Sal?mu 'Alaikum, Rambo gun bitch, spray ‘em
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Fuck y’all niggas still hatin’, fuck these hoes don’t save ‘em
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I keep a hat low like Raiden, get blown with Eddie Van Halen
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Knock-knock, anybody home in my head, y’all hoes know my fuckin' brain's vacant
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Bitch, I came off of a Wu-Tang, gettin’ paper like Bruce Wayne
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I got an Asian ho that suck dick and do Kung-Fu like Liu Kang
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Blowin' gasoline and butane, my last album had 2 Chainz
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Yeah I’m tryna eat every rapper, I’m a fuckin’ beast on that food chain, bitch!
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Planet VI]
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It’s Planet VI in this b-i-t-c-h and I see why I receive hate
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Cause even back when I was me how they couldn’t see
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May ironic, so sick that it makes ya vomit
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Ladies wanna fuck my pockets to make love to my wallet
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Instead they said if I hoppin’ on top of my dick like a rabbit
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Pull my plug in her socket sit back I just let hot rocket
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And you don’t know how we to drop it
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Is it a bird or is it a plane
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Bitch, I’m more like an unidentified flyin’ object, I’m alien fresh
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Now you can see how an alien dress
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Ain’t no time for takin’ a rest
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Cookin’ up raps when I’m in the both
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I might as well put my hair in net
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But I don’t think that they hearing me yet
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Should I yell, should I scream
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Just so you could know what the fuck I mean
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Didn’t nobody tell you that I’m crazy
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And I’m insane at the same damn time
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Since I was a baby it was my plan of makin’ the game mine
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Throwin’ up V-I, please do not mistake that for a gang sign
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| And I’m a P.I.M.P., |
