Bitch i'm delivering gold,
I mean of course just the same old
Bitch i'm delivering gold,
The truth shall be told
They tryin to say that i don't care
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick
It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry
And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory
Spiritual, fool's gold
I say that the pool is closed
Lady at the frank stand will
Twenty inch nail rifle
Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife
9 months while holding in life
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