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It's the devil's beat, show no love, you run Your mouth and run around me. Swing your blood in the circle, get you shot. Fuckin' drop on the spot, hope I promise this, Don't do your last breath. 'Cause I'm lovin' you to death, boom stick. With whip, I keep it real until I die. Fuck these hoes fuck your chain, shit on the Picture just jealous 'cause we makin' this guap in Your eyes. Cut the trio cake, you know I Can see it in your eyes. We get buck, get killin', then we drop it In a mess. Fuck your baby, so I'm killin' With your body in the trash. Fuck your fuckin' DJ, suicide, he will spike. Let the music do the talkin', have you clappin' Like a light. Check your vibe, you will never Make a bag from your type. I've been lookin' for some murder, have some Uzi My knife. See you dead in the night, Gettin' buck down the pipe. Pistol buckin', fire crackin', Head in my sight. Put to rest in peace with the pistol grip, I own your shit. Bust a nut to blow Your skull, fuck your neck, I smoke your spliff. Drag your body to the pit, break your back So you can fit. Set the street on fire, then I sacrifice you To the heat. Free your heart, it's full of Shit, bustin' off these other kids. Fuckin' bust you, you a watchin' as blood drips. Killin' like a schizophrenic, you a bitch, I'm so satanic. Fuckin' semi, silent panic, bustas know I run this Game. I'm insane, behind the brain, diggin' for my Fuckin' grave. Chain gang, see the boom bang, Cut your mama out the game. Swingin' switch and hold the Glock, fifteen rounds Will knock you out. In the booth and down Your block, make your death the coldest shot. Your body will fuckin' rot, y'all ain't 'bout to See this shit. It's Count Ovid in the clear, Tryna stay well again. Underground, never fear, always on the trail of Death. Get the fuck off before we drop gun And your head