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Let me tell y'all folks bout the Deep South
Where niggas don't give a fuck
Hell you 'talm bout fuck you mean
All them real niggas tote them things
Full off cornbread and collard greens
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Let me tell y'all folks bout the Deep South
Where weak niggas don't make it out
Rappers that cap get several popped in they ass
Fried chicken finger licking after blood spilling
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Skipping dipping
Flipping that hot shit up out the kitchen
It's that trigger clicking finger lickin good
Chickens still tricking in the hood
I'll be your witness without the jury
Ain't no telling what the verdict could be
If there would be no ditches filled with snitches
No bodies discovered swimming with fishes
Freshly healed stitches
Niggas get called out their name
labeled as bitches
banned from the land of Rico sauves
Free from charges
None greater than public opinion
Mindless minions in line for the killing
The slaughter is about to commence
Hence an egg shortage
Sort of unfortunate
Better harvest your fat
It's gonna be a long winter
Hopefully you'll make it out
Or end up a chicken dinner
Let me tell y'all folks bout the Deep South
Where niggas don't give a fuck
Hell you 'talm bout fuck you mean
All them real niggas tote them things
Full off cornbread and collard greens
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We far from hospitable
My niggas will get at you
Strip you of yo jewels