I'm so fucking sick and twisted I'm stealing from a Dog
But I think it's a gift you bitches I'm sitting like a hog.
Canine Prozac. Lemme hold that. It's a shame I'm holding back all these thoughts of insane wrath
As i take a bath a young aristocrat kickin back
Spittin this n that listening to nickel back trying to kill myself
I'm still top shelf, the top ramen of hot rhymin
At a stop sign and my glocks firing at the opposition
Stop and listen to missiles as they hit you and split you down the middle
I got pounds against you, hounds of pistols
Cops won't discover anything, All they found was tissue
Ya families bound to miss you
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