A church hymnal planning a pandemonium
The race war, when it's us against all of them
Its a challenge breaking a habit
Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit
Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead
Just a warning not a threat
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,
My records sell, yes sir
I'm a winner, i'm a loner.
And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches
Spit a poem or a diss
What a bummer, what a drag
Two times for the chicks with the right bag
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