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Murder Me Hello Mom and Dad Waddup Frank (laughing) You wanted me to do this right? (laughing) Yah, do it Waddup Gianna Communicating while anonymous doesn't accomplish too much So imma get this fuc*** platform, keep on talkin' my stuff Reachin' everybody From the South Side of Atlanta To the place I'm more familiar with but I paint panoramas That'll make you trip like I love Lucy By the way I took a trip and I love Lucy She introduced me to the truth I wrap a noose around your boss real quick Kick his stool out, and make his boss' boss feel it And nah my balls don't fit In the palm of my hands So don't ask me to grab 'em, I let 'em hang I'm the man F*** spelling it out I'm yelling it out Y'all flip then you flip You're not hip you're not hop I'm just a product of listenin' To washed up artists submittin' Feeble attempts to stay on, so all that garbage your givin' Is getting you thrown out I'm thrown, leave me alone I'm in my zone now Too many clowns Diemon is full of lions it's time to roam now And my life, is a good book Bugus, rollin' good kush Never house a bitch because they bite and bark, woof woof Look, look The world is pulling me down I'm about to push push And let the visions in my head pull my sled, Balto, mush mush Y'all lay beneath the tush tush And your pockets stay empty Because your mouth is full of pu*** Go dive in ambition Swim around in some talent Bust a nut full of visions Then hit it again with some passion And get it crackin' like the sea monster I see monsters with all that Fee-fi-foh-fum But y'all ain't scarin' no one so just fall back Because it's D-I-E-M-O-N 'Till the motherfucking world ends And I'm probably where your girl is Now them same motherfuck*** wanna murder me And I wonder if the lord ever heard of me I need loot So I'm doing what I do And don't say shit 'till you walk in my shoes Now them same mothafuckas wanna murder me And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh) I need loot so I'm doin' what I do And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes There was no other destiny to choose I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' ni*** blues Imma, heavy thinker, light smoker, henny drinker Gotta gift, for the game, wrapped around my middle finger No semi-circles in this DIEMON shit Squares don't linger I'm your dudes favorite rapper, and your bitches favorite singer It's Jerry Springer in this hotel room, minus the violence We questioning each other on some who what where and why shit But back to the living out the dream or tryna find it F*** it I think I found it F*** that I know I found it Y'all old dudes ain't new no more, y'all need a fountain Y'all be king of the hill motherfuck***, I got the mountain Y'all shoutin' making commotion Barely making a wave I'll make the ocean And park my yacht on your property with no apology for show boatin' And I've met God a lot but I've never met Jesus I've even met the Devil and kicked it with her on some G shit She showed me how to get to hell I showed her how to leave it And close that fuc*** door shut as I walk towards my freedom (yah, do it) Now them same motherfuck*** wanna murder me And I wonder if the lord ever heard of me I need loot So I'm doing what I do And don't say shit 'till you walk in my shoes Now them same mothafuckas wanna murder me And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh) I need loot so I'm doin' what I do And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes There was no other destiny to choose I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' ni*** blues Don't get it fuc*** up you can still get dropped Employees handing out fades to the boss I'm not saying that I'm either one, nah I'm just saying that it can be done, oh oh oh oh
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