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Out here in tha dirty all they do is bang
Fools say they down but they don't know a thang
The ones that fuckin know they would never tell it
And punks like you like to over sell it
You think you fuckin Abel but you don't know cain
Think you feel this shit but you don't know pain
This that real shit that fuckin darkness rap
This that country shit that Carolina trap
Figure Four leg lock on a fuckin beat
Have ya tappin out accepting your defeat
Dis that new era that brand new wave
It's Martel's world bitch you just in the way

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Groin to gullet you gettin fuckin cut
Cry all you want cuz I don't give a fuck
Sweets to tha Sweet I'm tha Candyman
Call me in tha dark you get tha hook hand
This ain't no urban legend this is real life
And tha way you livin yeah it's real trife
You gonna get yo due it's gone come in time
They'll get you in tha streets and I'll get you in tha rhyme
Slice and dice fry you like some liver
Drop tha rest off in the catawba river
Ruthless aggression on tha fuckin track
Iron Sheik wit tha flow I break ya fuckin back

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It's tha final curse you gettin laid to rest
Long black hearse bullets in ya chest
One in ya head just for good measure
Now you fuckin dead and it gives me great pleasure
Ya moms fuckin weepin why they do my son like that
She feel it creepin up she know her son a rat
Sleepin wit tha maggots six feet deep
Now you dead silent not a fuckin peep
Shoulda lived by tha code you might still be alive
There's certain things you gotta do if you gone survive
Seal them fuckin lips never spread lies
The real live forever a coward only dies

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