To Kill a Mockingbird (feat. Na$ty Matt)

$uicideBoy$

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    It's that nighttime, opposite of nickel and dime, prime suspect
    I'm not upset you copy that style of mine, I smile at you mimes
    You tryna be like that motherfuckin' shadow of mine
    It's just a matter of time until I grab the nine
    Now watch my brain matter splatter and shine
    Shatter what matters, what's all that clatter?
    That's the sound of my pockets gettin' fatter
    Lickin' the batter, I'm 'bout to bake a cake
    For fuck's sake, all you fuckboys need to learn from your mistakes
    Go jump in a lake with a brick tied to your foot
    Burnin' these boys, bitch, I'm black from the soot

    They all wanna sound like us (bitch)
    They all wanna act like us (bitch)
    They all tryna look like us (bitch)
    Even tryna rap like us (bitch)
    Talkin' that triple six (bitch)
    Talkin' that devil shit
    But be careful what you say, and be careful where you play
    Because everyone know I sold my soul for this shit, hoe
    You can keep your remix, soundin' more shitty than a pre-mix
    $Uicide comin' with the new sound
    It's all the same shit in this town
    Don't even see your name in the newsfeed
    How you think you gonna go and affect me?
    Bass in the trunk, song in your head
    The reason the people be claimin' they dead
    Fuck your life and your pipe dream
    Might wanna watch what you say
    Hop off the dick and go try and figure out how to get more than 300 plays, bitch

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    You been working for the man doing all that you can
    I been fucking bitches, I been flexing dirty Vans
    Who's your favorite rapper? Bet I'm serving them
    Murder them cause I ain't ever heard of them
    You a bitch
    You ain't shit but a fucking lick
    You ain't qualified to wash my mother fucking dick?
    Mother fucker like me can't be taught
    Mother fucker like me can't be bought
    Come fucking with me and I'll take you off
    Claiming who it be but your ass is soft
    Coming straight off of the block
    There when the shit got hot
    Coming straight from where you not
    Come round here bet your ass get dropped
    Came straight from the drug dealers
    Came straight from the cap peelers
    Came straight from the real killers
    Leave you wrapped up like caterpillars

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