Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit
I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it
But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel
Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell
Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly
No not really, im not a tough guy,
Won't run out anytime soon
By a crackhead named june
Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor
There used to be a guy named undertaker
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Quarters, dimes, nickles and a hottie named penny
I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way
Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
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