I'm wanted for ransom I shook hands with Manson From the depths of hell I planned expansion My mind grand like mansions Sixteen rooms, this cuisine food for thought takin' fools like bandits Should have known I was branded Like, damn, son could have figured that I damned em Like no chance for action This mixtape is a mistake For shit's sake, I been great These piss stains don't explain Or express their mistakes, but I do I'm suicidal with this bible At my side like bridals in the mouth of my rivals This is hip hop's revival
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