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Deadboy
Deadboy (Kill)
Deadboy
Deadboy

CC television clips, mom, I'm on TV
Homicidal dreams turned into reality
Holographic sight, baby, what a sight to see
I slither like a lizard when I'm dippin' through these streets
PlayStation in the dash, green Gex, leather seats
Dope make me strong, but you bitches got me weak
Two twelves knockin' like it's trickin' for a treat
Masked up like Halloween, player, what's the fee?
Baby, what's the play? I'll be waitin' by the creek
Washin' off my diamonds, blood trail behind my feet
Every watch, I bust it down, give a fuck about the time
Collectors shake they head when they see the baguettes in the dial

Five-five-six, catch a carbine clip
Packin' cemetery mags, smokin' Hi-Fi zips
Off the top rope, bitch, you fucked with the wrong clique
Tracer rounds leave you burnin' like you fucked the wrong bitch
Five-five-six, catch a carbine clip (Deadboy)
Packin' cemetery mags, smokin' Hi-Fi zips (Deadboy)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Uh, uh), what?

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