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I go until the end

I killin' all your friends

Bust it at they fuckin' door

I keep that shit up on the low

Freddie murder bitches in the middle of the street

Point it at them and they geek

Pull the trigger, I’m a freak

I’m the real deal, packing steel

Call me fuckin' Holyfield

When my power gonna bust, bullet turn you into dust

Rest in peace you little bitch

Come on dare me, make me rich

Filled wit' hatred in my soul, grippin' on the .44

Let it pop I’ll let you drop

You know Freddie fuck a op

DOOM is the click, y’all bitches ain’t shit

Just a corpse, got to go

Try to match up with my flow

Murder goes in the show

Single shot, slit your throat (yuh)

Ooh bang, 289, till ya fuckin' mine

Rollin' slow with the .44, aimin' at your dome

Me and Zye, gonna let you die, 'til your fuckin' mine

Sipping mud, do the coke

Motherfucker do the most

Ooh bang, 289, till ya fuckin' mine

Rollin' slow with the .44, aimin' at your dome

Me and Zye, gonna let you die, 'til your fuckin' mine

Sipping mud, do the coke

Motherfucker do the most

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