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In to the mind of a murdera, im a war merchant A predator, lurking, slither like a serpent Hope you aint purpin boyyy il sink ya ship So you better watch them words coming out your fuckin lips Il make you strip bitch like you work at stroka Batman, darkman, but im more like the joker Trying to get money like opera, steady bagging up this cokea What you know about stashing 200 g's in the sofa Im a true dope boy, i fuck with this coke boy Go ahead kill yourself, il give you the rope boy Wardrobe cavalli, in the new Tahoe Denali Fucking wit some Philly n*ggas like my name was Kevin Ali Got a bitch named holly, coming from Arizona When she drop the rental off, you still smell the aroma Ima loner, ima stoner, sipping on this corona No talk on the cell phone, got my hustling diploma And my masters degree, p-h-d, l-a-d N*gga run off with this pack you get your head blown all the way back -Outro- its that n*gga La The Dark (X8) (Thanks to Mike for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania