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About disaster in the world andIf you feel it, it must be real justIf you ever feel alone andDrunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick suckedOdd future, i'm your mothafucking sergeantWhat the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunkSo, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushedEnforce, i'm elegant andSince napster the sales been crashin' andOff jump boo, cudi give you funkNone like me, like i, founded a conventWith such an ugly picture in it andThey love misleading them having there beliefs fucked8 in the morning when that street clock bustI’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stuntUnify them, mob through, take over andFill up the plug, lemme light my bluntSpend the night with me, we'll talk andMy closet: macy's men's departmentFuck around dawg, get ya head bustKnow what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tuckedSecret society all we ask is trustHomie popped up with about twenty bags andI’m coming back like light-skin andEvery nigga can't dunk, some white man can jumpAnd you wonder why niggas keep the gun tuckedA straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bustAnd you don't wanna go to clubs no more andYou wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more andPeople are starin at this scene up frontGirls be like whoa, you see that mans junkCuz i should know don't be too quick to trustThe girl gets home kinda late because she's drunkI think that i must be drunkHigh as fuck high as ducks lit the hash and passed a bluntYou think you win but its just yatzee im justIm over 21 cus i always bustBusta cap in your freaking butt andGetting on all fours to fill in the pores and,