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                             "Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows. | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:05.093] | 
                             The $UICIDEBOY$ formula is pretty obvious at this point, | 
                        
                                            
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                             whether it'd be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EP's | 
                        
                                            
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                             or you're familiar with the classic Hip-Hop albums that the duo pretty much used as inspir—" | 
                        
                                            
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                             Swervin' | 
                        
                                            
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                             7th Ward (7th Ward, 7th Ward) | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:26.602] | 
                             (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) | 
                        
                                            
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                             7th Ward | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:29.488] | 
                             7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turnin' | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:32.564] | 
                             Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:36.037] | 
                             No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:39.184] | 
                             Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone, Backwood stay tightly tucked | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:42.822] | 
                             ***** look at me, she said "Yuck, what the ****?" Ho I'm Oddy Nuff | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:46.645] | 
                             I don't **** with lifeforms from this planet, *****, you out of luck | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:50.095] | 
                             I got better **** to do, like sip the lines up in my cup | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:53.583] | 
                             I ain't sharing, pint stay tucked, waste my whole life hunting ducks | 
                        
                                            
                            | [00:57.061] | 
                             "The flows on this thing generally are pretty tight, it seems almost as if there is a slightly larger focus on hooks with this project, too, some of which really pop, like on the track 'Nicotine Patches'. One day I'll forget their name...!" | 
                        
                                            
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                             I be that rotten garbage crawlin' out the ditch, stitches for a snitch | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:14.316] | 
                             Bodies in the fridge, blade scraping | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:16.511] | 
                             Grey aping, banging on my ******* chest | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:19.068] | 
                             Feel the static, problematic, be my ************* guest | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:22.576] | 
                             Yung Christ, masked up for a poltergeist | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:24.652] | 
                             Feel like I'm stuck in a vice, feel like I been paid my price | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:28.592] | 
                             My wrists have been sliced | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:29.914] | 
                             Now I'm scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:33.386] | 
                             Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this **** | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:35.466] | 
                             The walking Mortal Sin, whose lives will never end, **** | 
                        
                                            
                            | [01:59.624] | 
                             "But simultaneously, there are spots on this album where the lyrics can come off a bit too edgy or try-hard, or basic, maybe even juvenile, especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy' |