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Fucked Up Crooked Head

in a broken world, Still a stone at the end of the line My trajectory is so true they float away and I don't move Crooked head pulling at the end of

that fuckin' clock, I took the time and I Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up And butt fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck

a head, fuckin' pencil for a friend You don't like it then peel off, bitch, every last woman on earth I'll kill off And I still wouldn't fuck you, slut

garbage in the first place, that's on the up and up Keep you at the bottom, but tease you with the upper crust You get it, then they move it, so you never keeping up

to cook ya, partner Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is So I bangs

pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up I pray for the Lord to have

a murder Niggas up to no good, uh oh, fuck no They never could fuck with a thug ho Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock Pop, pop givin' up

high. One-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. Niggas up to no good. Po-po. Fuck no. They never could fuck with a thug-ho. Pop, pop, givin' up

away up all my bad things And put some laughter in our hearts again Now black men, stand up, let's come together as a whole race And don't be fed up by