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What happens when you combine the darkness with the light?
I'm. bringing pain like two bad nurses
In the pain from these here motherf**kin verses
Ridiculous thirstses involving hearses
To the dirt sh*t first picks and use'n autos to work with
Slugs to the shirt sh*t (just to squirt sh*t)
A wicked hit with an expert kick
And burst 'til the earth split leave you hurt b**ch
Show you how worser than worst get, in the zone
See the vein when the pain repel
And then they closin the curtains b**ch
(When adrenaline's pumpin')
I don't understand discussion, only hear certain sh*t
I'm a misunderstood ni**a, and I'm off my square
High got me reversin clips and dispersin sh*t
What can I say to make you see how the f**k I feel
To make me wanna jump off of the edge
I'm charged-up like Scarface gettin' shot up on the ledge
No pain, instead of 'caine I took a blunt off to the head
(So tell me what it said)
Retaliate with lethal repercussion
I feel the ** rushin
To go into thangs, like it's a wicked stick
Took the Benadryl, hot like I'm fin' ta steal
To get the kickin sh*t
For niggas and b**ches that I kick it with
I was born to get you pumped up
It's like some lead bust
Cause I give motherf**kers a head rush
Then yo' head bust when you jumped up
Cause what I said must've got you geeked
My eyes red, puffed
From smokin sh*t that niggas hit on to die
Make me wanna slip the clip on the side
And if you act a b**ch on the side, if we have to
Then the whole Westside'll let the sh*t go on and ride
When the trigga bust
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when a motherf**ker have to go pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when a motherf**ker have to go pick up the pump
To make a trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass, kick up and bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
Pullin up and bailin out like we're carsick
I'm ready to start sh*t
Start up buryin some heads like an ostrich
And unload the whole cartridge
And throw the shells out the garbage
The hardest of motherf**kers could never achieve
What I've accomplished
Yungbuck's my accomplice
Located his existence with my sixth sense, like a compass
And starting on a journey established to stop this
Rushin up the hearts of the niggas to get em charged
What's the real reason?
All you haters tried to murder me, so now it's kill season
And even though I'm still bleedin
I'ma keep comin because I'm still breathin
And y'all can't trace me
I bury my victims in the wall like Gacy, too lyrical
And since its nipple my umbilical these flows is critical
This music is miracle it's like I'm biblical
Killin like I'm nuttier than buddy love
And still wouldn't leave a bloody glove
And start the truck up
And speed the f**k up
Getaway, smokin this blunt
Dump the adrenaline eruptin my viens I'm pumped up
And I'm calibrated at 360 degrees
See that's 300 niggas that gon die, bout 60 slugs to do this deed
(Psycho Drama)
We too much for the industrialist to f**k with this
On the brink of f**kin up some sh*t
Dismantle, deduct some sh*t
It's hard to imagine what niggas got nerves to do
(What niggas got nerves to do)
So I guess I'll just take that f**kin' nerve from you
Then think what I'm on the verge to do
And I got the urge to, ooh; let semi close yo curtains fool
From killin the verses fool
I be one of the worstest, dude
(You the who?)
I'm the worstest
Look about 9 millimeters above your surface
Unleash these thangs then I defeat yo purpose
B**ch you hurtin