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Sick skillin' Like a villain Inkin like a saint For the ***** I be fillin' My style you just can't taint I'll tear out ya tibia Ya fibia I'm sick of ya I'll leave you lying ****** muddy In the streets of lybia Hungry mother ******* have no trouble getting rid of ya And if your country had of loved you Then they would of hidden ya Before I had a son I woulda grabbed a gun Put it to my head And chased myself to the other side of a darker place But then I see his face Reminds that I gotta be a member of the human race And to find my place Keep him right so he don't fall from grace
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
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Sick skillin' Like a villain Inkin like a saint For the ***** I be fillin' My style you just can't taint I'll tear out ya tibia Ya fibia I'm sick of ya I'll leave you lying ****** muddy In the streets of lybia Hungry mother ******* have no trouble getting rid of ya And if your country had of loved you Then they would of hidden ya Before I had a son I woulda grabbed a gun Put it to my head And chased myself to the other side of a darker place But then I see his face Reminds that I gotta be a member of the human race And to find my place Keep him right so he don't fall from grace
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
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