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- I have zero natural enemies
- Y'all better believe!
- Tellin' 'em please, just leave
- When I create these melodies
- When I see something I want
- Another day another lost soul and
- A much bigger dick is now in demand
- That's right, we 'bout to flaunt
- Comin atcha like a pack of gorillas
- In the strip bar, ???, it's bizarre
- I can treat you like a star
- In the mist, of some motherfucking guerillas
- That's why I see the light
- Try and put it in his head
- I am the best thing since sliced wheat bread
- Who ain't got your head right
- Stand up, get the fuck outta here!
- Billy the Kid, Kyleon'll make you famous
- I got my main bitch, I got my mistress
- futher everyday yeahhhhh their always everywhere
- Be out the labyrinth the average imp's enamored with
- It doesn't matter what you think or what you say
- Been like that since back in the day
- I'ma catch you outside your mansion with a big four fifth
- Mix it back baby, get some realy tonic here
- Through the pass like Seon, see if honey catch this
- You know all of our friends hate us
- I don't think you in the right career
- It seems as if hip hop's become a species in danger
- You tell me who make it hotter than this
- Retarded illiterate, it can't read, so partner don't write us
- Mongol slay it, play a beat like a perfect stranger
- Almost lost my passion to persue this profession
- Better hope I don't grow my jeri curl back
- I-10 again and again, from running that crack
- The years I spent In depression
- I'm on a flight to Chicago, witta fine ho
- She might drive the getaway car if I so choose G
- Let the latter remind us of how it used to be
- She's a motherfuckin slut the real whatta you know?
- And see his life, is so full of lies
- So all you little sluts, come and jump on me
- Rewriting what it is into what it ought to be
- We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies
- You fellas wanna know if I can hang? Yeah, yeah
- He twisted my arm back, I ended up stabbing myself
- is an ongoing, never-ending process of recreation of self
- They bust ya in the mutha fucken head with a chair