He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
39. i'm the key to the facts,
I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./
I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/
Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck
I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.
Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/
Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes
Now they mention my nigga with all the greats
Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/
Where every recipient, property of the state
There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.
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