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 He must be off his rocker, got the chopper in his locker 
Cock it, let it go (pow) turn these fruits into some vegetables 
Ex and oh, semi-loaded up, bitch I'm surgical 
Your head explodes, your chest get opened up, like convertibles 
(Woah...) 
You now experiencing vertigo 
This that in the dungeon, hermit flow 
Now it's gettin personal 
Sharpen swords soldiers like I'm percival 
Chill with richard branson, smoking blunts inside the terminal 
Virgin air, phone ain't getting service there 
Murk um if a person speak a word or stare 
Nobody move, leave these bitches bloody bruised 
Here to murder me, you, your momma, and your cousin too 
It's nothing new, simply we don't fuck with you 
This the stroke of a genius 
Light the smoke then go float with a phoenix 
I'm walking by humbly, looking pretty troubling 
It's all good they don't notice I'm jesus. 
 
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