Goin' make a guy, a fool with every capability,
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
I don't want you to have my permit yet
He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head
Poundin a bitch with a big ass,
Your life is a product of trash
I'm a sick kid, i'll hit quick, swing with my big dick
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
Batting my head with a rolling pin
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch
You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much
I walk around lookin like a body with no head
Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
Big red creature with a six pack of the apocalypse
Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years
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