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Verse 1: Yung Scarecrow |
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Slickity Sloth the butcher creeping through with that mystic style |
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Smoking on whatever |
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Been a junkie since I was a child |
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Everytime I think of death I start to gon and crack a smile |
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Never gave no **** about this life and that's me keeping it mild |
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Killer gorilla maniac |
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Put their ashes on my blunt |
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The police keep hollering "Where they at?" |
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Buried them in front the lawn |
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The scarecrow with silent weapons I pull the trigger then disperse |
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The bodies get dumped in acid so they have no need of a hearse |
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Looking at the window like I'm staring at a television |
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Smoking just to pass the time |
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Slick had died and Christ has risen |
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Listen to the sixes hissing |
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Tipping crucifixes |
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Missing pieces in my wrist it seems I'm sleeping |
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Chest beating ceases |
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Riding in the Cadillac with cataracts |
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Lungs black and chapped |
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Should have put a cap on those ashes |
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Lacking in fa*****on |
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**** getting cashed out ***** |
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I'm lacking |
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You're plastic, recyclable and everlasting |
