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[Verse 1] |
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I'm a Craigslist Killer, little Godzilla |
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Knocking over buildings, pushing over pillars |
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Tokyo Dome, home game type filler |
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I been around the world, ain't nobody iller |
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I'm not a whiteboy I am no Mac Miller |
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I'm not an actor I am no Ben Stiller |
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Told them little ****ers I was out in the upper |
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Echelon, when the pressure on I am never wrong |
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See hoes headbang like an Eddie Vedder song |
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Grunge, I make it rain like Seattle |
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I'm blocking up the sun, they can live in my shadow |
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Shake rattle balling, bitches on the pill |
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I'm Charlie Sheen drunk, let the champagne spill |
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Can I get a clean up in the produce aisle, I left a few cum stains on the new towel (cleanup on aisle four!) |
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[Hook] |
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Uh, I'm a Craigslist Killer, I'm a Craigslist Killer |
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Been around the world, ain't nobody iller |
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[Verse 2] |
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Westside ArtGoon Craigslist Killer, certified dope ask my drug dealer |
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Westside Ty, staying out in Beverly |
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Pills for the trills, I am of a different pedigree |
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See, I got them grinds by the bundle, It's out of this world, orgies on the shuttle |
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Lost in space in that cosmic rubble |
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Her drip wet bottle means I ****, no cuddle...shit |
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Then I kick it to the curb, who's the sickest in the burbs, **** a magazine blurb |
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I rather have my words engraved on your nerves, and laugh as the ****ing meltdown occurs, yeah |
