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[Intro/Monologue: Shepard Smith]
Well, it looks like he's a little disoriented or something
It's always possible the guy could be on something
Get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, get off it, get off it
Get off it! Get off it!

{Pseudodemonio}
Bitch my reflection's still vague
Rape-rapin' the broad money hungry
The bitch actin' funny
She met the twelve gauge
Her body needs gauze
Her eyes I will gouge
Bloodthirsty a nigga goes craze

War with me third riech no support
For a nigga's been dazed
Bullets to the chest
Believe no repent
My demons swarm the earth stage dive rod wave

Got the bitch gassed up like it's camp
Fuck her menstruation, she still gettin' cramps
Slit her throat the get my advance
Move out to the hills
To escape from the past

A young ted bundy with that fuckin' knife
Know a nigga skilled go and get the kill
Like a happy meal robbin' Moms for kids
It's an eye for eye
Give your pound of flesh
You don't wanna die

Leave no handprints 'less upon your face-
'bloody-bloody' like your name was Wilson
Pass the gun and go and get the kill son
Mobbin' bodies but this dick she'll feel hmm
Bling boy like I made a billion
Pheromone like Givenchy William

Act concerned like your Simmons burns
Like I'm Reggie mourn
As the table turns
As the pickets rise
And the bodies pile
It's a Rolodex
Bitches in denial
Black bag "mo' mo'" livin' in L.A
Mass genocide
As the children sing

[Shepard Smith outro]
Get off it!