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1st Verse
I gotta screw loose/ Im the shit, prune juice/ Ice light up the room, cant see this star thru a moonroof/ blazing on a balcony/ Im higher than a falcon be/ Im taciturn, but how come/ every outcome leads to countin g's/ monopoly, pop ya poppa proper/ with the popper/ or the toaster, he get shot up/ look like Shottas/ niggas gotta/ cuz Im smoother than an otter/ your medulla oblongata/ will get shot up, will get cut up/ did I stutter? nigga shut up/ Im die to be honest/ cuz Im so sick all the lines that I vomit/ got the mind of a convict/ cut you wife up with knives, put her eyes in a omelette/ I told ya'll niggas leave my ass alone/ shit 'gon break when its bat to bone/ all my moves are tactical/ ill blast ya hoe/ ill trash ya home/ and then I step out, dont gotta pull the tec out/ I gotta sword that'll cut ya neck out/ proceed to the next house/ spread disease/ stack the dough, the bread and cheese/ never fuck with venum cuz ya head'll bleed nigga/
Chorus:
I got a couple Screws Loose/ You come against a monster, you gon lose lose/ Nigga, I dont follow what you do/ I work magic nigga VooDoo/ POOF! and make ya disappear/ all my real niggas throw ya hands up in the air like/ I got a couple screwsss loooooosseee
2nd Verse
I gotta screw gone/ I would assume for too long/ that'll drive you crazy but I move on/ Im killin little Billy, put a bomb up in his nose/ At the funeral, hit the switch, and everyone explodes (BOOM!)/ everything erodes over time lil nigga/ lost ya mind, bring a shovel to ya spine lil nigga/ my money get thinner, watch my crimes get bigger/ then Im hidin, never know where you gon find this nigga/ Im'a live to be honest/ every hit that I spit is a hit of the chronic/ got the mind of a comic/ I'm a laugh at your pain cuz im strained and dishonest/ I told yall niggas Im the best to go/ flame will burn ya flesh to bone/ you will fail if you test the chrome/ the more niggas talk, the less they know so/ Ima stay quiet/ silence as Im chillin in yo closet with a condom and a piranha/ your probably wondering what I wanna do with all them/ well the condemn for your momma and piranha for your father nigga
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