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You won't get away, man you can try
Keep running, running, running till you die
You'll Never kill the presence in your mind
King of the hill, yeah I see you now

She might choke from the demons in her throat
I need you in my highs, I need you in my lows
Counting all the deaths , I keep losing all my hope
Going through some bullshit, satan tell me how to cope

Just kill everybody in my way, phony out my face
Clapping all these rappers that be looking like a shame
I got pain, anger, hammer to your brain
Remain in the flames, keep it steady when I aim

Know you're not my equal but the pain is the same
Say that you're a player but this life ain't a game
Thought you could do it like me
Man down what a shame
I said watch for the rain
Bitch remember the name

Sitting on the throne
Going heavy reaping bones
The philosopher's stone is mine
Before I'm gone
I was born from the depths unknown of ancient rome
Now my name will be etched in chrome upon the tome

Ay, ay
I've had it with your face
Finna solve your case
The blade on my waist
Will never leave a trace
Snakes getting wasted
Blood is on the pavement
Your bitch so complaisant
Her guts are rearranging

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