Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon
By a crackhead named june
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy
You is not hip then i can not coach her
There used to be a guy named undertaker
Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang
Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,
Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced
On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.
I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit
Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?
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