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It hurts, but I never show this pain you’ll never know If only you could see just how lonely and how cold And frostbit I’ve become, my back’s against the wall When push come to shove, I just stand up and scream “F*ck ‘em all”
Man, it feels like these walls are closing in This roof is caving in, oops, time to raise it then Your days are numbered like pagers and My book of rhymes, got ‘em cookin’, boy This crooked mind of mine got ‘em all Shook and scared to look in my eyes I stole that f*ckin’ clock I took the time and I Came up from behind And pretty much snuck up And butt-f*cked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up F*ck this fame, that ain’t what I came to claim but the game Ain’t gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But I swear one way or another I’ma make these f*ckin’ haters believe that I swear to God, won’t spare the rod I’m a man of my word, so your f*ckin’ heads better nod Or I’ma f*ck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head’ll lie Permanently, bitch, it’s beddy-bye