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raw cocain? god dang
got the rock on the brain
i sit in chains, mentally unstable gotta do it off a table
snort it? score it, gonna pour it, straight roorin it
his name is hyper hes got something in his diapers, runnin from the kypers.. stealin from ya, wheelin with ya, cheeelllinnnn with ya, gonna go and get a meal from ya.
running around, doin the rounds, makin drops like the moisture in a cloud
go down to hell, a cracked bell.. independence gonna cost you a million shells,
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