Not Much To Look At

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Live from the sewer to the gutter
DIRTYNASTY$UICIDE be the mold on
The bread like butter
From that triple dollar sign
Grey blade cause a leak from all up under
I'm Papa Pine and my stain is on fleek
Motherfucker
Gotta bust a shot upside my fucking head
Blunder in thunder
Got a hunna on the self-sustaining gunner
One bun up in the oven
Got a bitch switchin' the covers
I'ma duck her
Pull down the shutters, the number one stunna

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Up late tweaking, lit like hero hunter
Ugly motherfucker with the hold up, hoe
Let me hold that throat
Run up in your motherfucking pad full of dope
Hall for the lords, am I liking it right?
No way too flame for me, it's your faithful
Shade what I face, and now look at
My feet when I shit you, bitch
I'm ready for whatever, kill me now
Don't kill me later
Bitch, I'm solid rockin' diamonds that
Yo momma was poorly lackin'
I'm the fucking captain now
Tossed a couple of bodies overboard
I'm the tackle overlord, hoe

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Empty bottles on my table with some residue
Been choppin' pills and shootin' boys
Since I was twenty-two
Heart got colder, I got older
Developed a motive
Bound for Angola, trapped in NOLA
No head on my shoulders
Riding 'round with a pistol, to some
I'm a symbol stuck in Limbo with my kinfolk
Tell death to be gentle
Let's just end this life
Just end it right one to my temple
That when I worship

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