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I been going upThey say that heat risesEverything I touch is goldI’m King MidasI got this shit on lockWait till I turn the keyCreating a murder sceneYou gonna hear some police sirensBustin through the drywall Then eyeballs popping out of the socketCut your lights offA flawless victory got em waving around a white clothAnd that means that I won, no Cyclops Fast worker I crash serversReverse the whip crackingI’m clapping like Nat TurnerThere's chaos in the streets Salute to the flag burnerTie a Nazi to a truck And watch him get dragged furtherI don’t play niceI don’t play at allMake the callYou and my dogs gonna have to take a walkWet em upThey aint gonna be able to shake it offNever missSteph Curry when they be taking shots(Boom brap brap ratatat)With the two timesThen grab a new nine Joe Pesci with the shoe shine
The king is backI’m swinging batsWhere the Dingers atI’m David BlaineMake em disappear with a finger snapIf I was youShit I wouldn’t even think of thatIt’s like my 22 in the choirThe way it sing and clapThese bad apples getting trashed quickThe trash bin actually a casketLeave there to bask inNow they see they whole lives flashingI hate yall mother fuckers with a passionI’m a pull the rug outAnd watch em all bug outI’m taking all the smoke and mirrors out they little fun houseSet that shit on fireThen I watch em all jump outI swear it’s like a highAnd I ain't ever wanna come downThey come downI’m readyArtillery is heavyI’m Scotty, beam him upI’ll turn his noodle to spaghettiIf this a knife fight then I brought my own macheteImma paint the walls with emTurn this shit into the Getty
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