The Otha Side

Getter

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    Ay yo
    It's the master wicked
    Terror creepin' in ya kitchen
    Takin' pictures of your bitch then
    Dippin' with a vengeance
    I'll slice you and dice you
    Entice you to get loose
    Then stitch you back together
    With the laces from ya dads boots

    I'm the super cooch cougar
    Fingerin' ya mom inside an uber
    Going backwards
    Fuck backwoods
    I'm pullin' on a flask
    Full of premium gas
    In the back of ya class
    Rockin' an all black ski mask

    Comin' with the shits that make you vomit
    I see you on my dick well hop up off it
    I'm solo dolo for the profit
    She make my cock spit (who tho?)
    Ya bitch do yo
    She on my boat right now
    Let's see if she can float

    I'm sick in the head
    Twisted like a dread
    Terror comin' back from the dead
    With a baggie full of lead
    And red lasers
    Settin' fire to ya neighbors
    Immune to tazers
    Cut ya throat and I then I eat the razor

    I'm on the other side
    Drank too much bleach
    Finally I died
    Everytime you look into the sky
    You will see my eyes
    Starin' back at you
    With a 32 cocked
    5 Knives in my shoes
    And a holographic mewtwo

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    I'm on the other side
    Popped too many pills
    I thought I'd never die
    Fuckin' the reality I left behind
    There is no after life just another knife
    Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
    Attic plannin' when he's next attackin'

    The pathologic deranged homicidal prophet
    Obnoxious enough to stash a kilo in the cockpit
    I got that sick shit ya hoe be fuckin' with
    Knuckle bust ya lip
    On a acid trip with all my lasers on my hip

    Call me king koopa the chemical abusa
    I'm pullin' up on ya ass with the 44 to shoot ya
    I got the juice like bishop
    Comin' to fix your bitches makeup
    Then make her hiccup in ya bed before ya wake up

    I'm goin' off like a mothafuckin' sprinkler
    Make ya knees weak before I cut you with a cleaver
    And put ya body in my back pack
    Strapped with a fat gat
    And a dead cat hangin' from my fanny pack

    Doin' about a hundred with you in the trunk
    Now hold on tight becuz I'm bout to hit this gnarly speed bump
    Hear you scream and beg for mercy but I told you not to snitch
    If you actin' like a bitch
    You get fucked like a bitch

    I'm on the other side
    Drank too much bleach
    Finally I died
    Everytime you look into the sky
    You will see my eyes
    Starin back at you
    With a 32 cocked
    5 Knives in my shoes
    And a holographic mewtwo

    I'm on the other side
    Popped too many pills
    I thought I'd never die
    Fuckin' the reality I left behind
    There is no after life just another knife
    Waitin' for the psychopathic addict hiding in ya
    Attic plannin' when he's next attackin'

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