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My bars are San Quentin, I’m giving 'em maximum security,

Because he’s got the same relationship with winning as Maxim does with purity!

It’s clear to see, punching through the fact of the conspiracy,

If he says he wasn't touched, it’s the best reference to his virginity!

The ladies' efforts are worthless, tryna get with you whose gon be wordless,

After these disses are purchased, I’m putting you down 'til you’re nervous!

The forty-year-old virgin, a surgical burden, I’m closing the curtain,

I’m certain you’re hurting while merging your version of suburban perversion!

You talk about guns? This so-called star is acting,

You say you got nines? It’s the shoes, Mars Blackmon, when I’m trackin

When I reach back the right and smack him, it’ll change his pigment,

Ayo, no Michael Jackson, I’m blasting the action of his figment!

Let that nine bus, catch a body then sell your soul like Illuminati,

Someday in the Twenties I’ma roll in a Maserati!

No handouts, I’m the hitta in the cut like secret society,

This dude will get a lot of shots... like paparazzi anxiety

I got bitches that set it off surprisingly like the wedding's off,

While that dude is still caring about what’s false, I’m heading off!

I’m making it rain like Niagara Falls, the current is deadly,

This flow is a monolith, a sovereign logic in a medley!

You need to wake up, rise like Viagra called,

Before the Omni-Pen strikes and leaves your entire empire walled!

It’s a Tech-Leak (Texts leak), the iCloud is hacked in the atmosphere,

I riddle 'em with pistols 'til the whispers of the mass are clear!

The bullets are thick bristles, until the tip sizzles,

Like you got hit with six missiles and industrial whistles!

I’m the First and the Final, I tombstone the resurrection,

Respect the Board... or bleed out in the wrong direction.