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Off With Their Heads Drive

away I'll be everything I want, everything I wanted to be I'm outta my mind and outta your sight [x7] I'm outta my mind So I just drive It doesn't matter

fuckin' with mines A nigga, God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with

Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head get down Get down girl, go head Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With

fuckin' whole team off the roster Starting lineup, Iron Lung, the funk docta Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Don't fuck with

coast guard the west I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart [Yelawolf] I got no Jim Beam in the liver Getting head like clean clippers, with

crew You gotta actually to do Forget the drive in, driveby and drive through You've got to Get out the car Humble yourself Tilt your head back, and

The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs

where your car used to be parked Now you know you parked your car their but yet you keep lookin' 'Cause your mind didn't except yet that somebody took it So your scratchin' your head

smash, know what I'm saying? Showbiz, Diamond D, check this out Aww, one to the head, I don't give a fuck Suckers better duck, buck, buck, buck, buck I let off