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Diagnosis
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Lemme fix your problems
Cure for your diagnosis death
Always talking on the net
All that bogus that you said
That's why I give no notice
Fore I'm stomping on your head
Voices in my focus
Fore I'm stomping on your
Watch where you messing because you ain't used to pressing
I been inside of my corner
Always resting always stressing shit
Time to let it out
You gon' never steal my route
When I'm toting with my rocket
Then you losing all your doubts huh
Pull up with the AK
Shots gon' make 'em vacate
Imma twisted type of fucker this my definition of playdate
Loud barks don't phase me
When your bite has been known to lack
Trigger finger really itchy
That's another you ain't get back
Sacrifices must be made to go and tote amongst the greats
I don't give a fuck already know my heart been filled with hate
You ain't never hear me say I already ate
Always got more stomach for you fucks up on my dinner plate
Toss and turn invade your dreams yeah
Sever connections in your neurals with my beam yeah
I move in darkness and covert all your regime yeah
Not a single fuck loyal to you guess that been the theme huh
Racking it back
Like I always seem to fucking do
Bullet grenades you ain't never escape
I'd find you even at the bottom of the lake
Fangs out, rang out, man down
What a fucking curse
Gang out, bang out, back down
You gon' fucking hurt
Fill the scatty with the pack
Only care 'bout body stacks
Pull up on ya make ya buffer
Cover you just fucking lack
Your shawty she gon' turn sides
Fake love with fake eyes
White lies and pain ties gon' fuck you when we slide
Lemme fix your problems
Cure for your diagnosis death
Always talking on the net
All that bogus that you said
That's why I give no notice
Fore I'm stomping on your head
Voices in my focus
Fore I'm stomping on your head
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