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[Intro: Death The Kid]
Death The Kid!
[Verse 1: Death The Kid]
I stomp ’em out in my Chukkas, I’m liable to fuck on your mothers
I fuck around with my brothers, keep that blade by me like lovers
I got hunger, I got supper, them lawyers, them be somethin’
Tellin’ me that I can’t be nothin’, I think judge and jury frontin’
Tuck my chain in around my parents
I’m rebellious but repel malice
Advocate the devil when I go and hit the chalice
Every twenty-something want to kiss on my phallus
Verbal tossin’ salads, just a minor talent
Hit ’em with that dope, yeah that O, can you smell it?
Tell me, can you help it? One third of us is felons
Their souls is what they sellin’
[Interlude: Death The Kid]
Death The Kid!
[Verse 2: Death The Kid]
They got piercings in they noses, flower bed full of roses
I don’t fucks with no posers, break your heart in two like Moses
I got gravitas and I showed it, I smoke whiteboys of that potent
I be floatin’ when I’m focused, got the grams in my holster
My opus is a ocean, I don’t be east or west coastin’
Prophesied like locusts, keep that sticky on me like Post-Its
Most my boys on this notion they can shine about this moment
I ain’t one to showboat it but I’m one of them you be quotin’
Fuck with me, get cut open, unless you pass like a motion
Flow is so good, you hatin’, dopeboys on my line, I’m efficacious
So many player-haters, make me face the day with my maker
No judgement on you, no hatin’, wait, yeah there is, fuck you, you’ fakin’!
No judgement on you, no hatin’ but fuck you, you fakin’!
[Outro: Death The Kid]
I fuckin’ saw kids die for this shit
This is not a fuckin’ game
This is not a fuckin’ game
Death The Kid!
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