Which One

Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that ya know me
 Ya don't have a clue so back up lil homie
 My headpiece is heated I hang with heretics
 We load up and lock and aim where the red is
 And bang where your head is, I bet y'all will beat it
 Oh Dean, that's my dog, them words y'all will eat 'em
 My power circlin' small, I think outta the box
 And try different angles to wreck tables or not
 My shot's wet as a whistle, I'm on fire fam
 Y'all don't even know that's my column in y'all's diagram
 Who they want, Godi or Donnie, ya better choose wisely
 Greet 'em with ketamine and then that Adderall IV, try me
 Checkin' to see if the guy's fearin' ya
 They wishin' I would go stick my dick in the criteria
 It's all good, doin' the type of shit y'all wish y'all could
 Dippin' out with skaters through fuckin' acres in y'all hood
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 The story of my twin and I, Pisces not a Gemini
 One of us is underwater, other floatin' in the sky
 Highs and the lows of me, violence in the poetry
 My evil twin we goin' in, I told him to let go of me (Nigga let go!)
 Don't let nobody close to me, drunk when I'm not s'posed to be
 I take a sip, start to trip and won't nobody know it's me
 One bottle Jameson, take it to the face and then
 Now I'm talkin' 'bout the bodies buried in my basement
 Spirits talkin' to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too
 Lookin' in the mirror and I tell 'em it's just me and you
 One of us is goin' out, the one that's always showin' out
 I put my fist right through the glass and told that bitch to close his mouth
 Hand bleedin' needin' medical attention
 I'm feelin' no pain, I'm in a whole 'nother dimension
 Next mornin' wake up, don't remember shit
 Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh)
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 Pick three and guess what you get, me
 I'm messed up and sickly
 The head is a mystery, quickly twist tea
 With a idiotic mix-ly, hit exotic chicks gee
 Killin' got it history
 I've become a scumbag fuckbuddy needed to wipe after
 She got me and my lady's cum rag, that's just one of the things I done bad
 Like when I put Dulcolax liquid mixed it within my brother's rum flask
 I can make a love potion, give you the ocean
 Then you wake up in a pit gettin' instructions on how to rub ya lotion
 You think I'm jokin' while listenin' to Drake's "The Motion"
 I put syphilis dick down her throat and that's without her havin' a notion
 I'm playin' I don't dare summon them other suckers
 That tell me to do bad, there done and them under covers
 She think the demon's unfair, Hung wants to love her lover
 After this verse she's not pickin' ne'er, one of them motherfuckers
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