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Now, why you come up sayin', "Please forgive me?"

I cannot do that

Now, once upon a time, I could say that

I'm never comin' back

The last thing that you'll ever see of me is flash, then turn to black

Fuckin' with the Double D, I'll make you fuckin' D-I-E

Runnin' hard, though, ain't no way to run, bitch

Now your ass in trouble

Double-double shots up in my cup

And shots up in your muscle

Hustle, hustle, hustle from the violence

You fuckin' fumble, bitches humble

Now you made that shit, bitch, feel the fuckin' rumble

Taste the red in my bed

Fuckin' stupid bitch, I laugh

Bitch, you weak, feel the heat as I grip up on your teeth

Rip 'em out, make 'em shout

Torture from the fuckin' south

Suffer slow, now you know that the Freddie ain't no hoe

I got no patience when it comes to this

You scream and shout, and fuckin' piss

Trust the process, you will know that Freddie comes with death and snow

Put you in the darkest cold, now come and feel it very slow

Take it in that you are dead

Now time to lay your ass in bed

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