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Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets Yeah, hit the floor nigga Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more I'm here to enlighten you with the hardcore Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate (Bring it raw, motherfucka) And I'll fill you up with the energy the hill create (Will the hill create?) I get sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy Now I'm fuckin' with your head, and you realize that it's tricky (Hey hey hey) Got you paranoid, feelin' the void, you can't take it The reward bein' destroyed, freakazoid toy With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger In the stranger's eye, the killin' comes second nature Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin' out, hear you callin' out For help, and all the fuckin' yellin' to is yourself (Ha ah ah motherfucka', motherfucka') Crawlin' and beggin' for mercy means nothing when you bluffin' I'm pushin the button and straight dumpin on fools frontin' Boo yah, come on Pa pa ra ra (Motherfucka', yea) Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra War pigs, you dig, see kickin' out Mr. Big Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherfucker) You feelin' the force, meant for remorse, right from the source Your head is, gettin' fucked and I'm skippin' the intercourse Behold, the Mic horse, you're takin' a loss nigga Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin' paper Chaser green bag gladiator, terminator, weed germaniator The greater the risk you fuckin' hater Hit you with the pyscho beta, clickin' the fader slow With the hi lo, servin' the blow, who got the glow Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason I'm easin' to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin' season Nighty night, mothafucka' Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra ...