And put trash rappers inside of coffins
Look this the joint that could get me the spins
Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!
I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass
Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man
Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can
Comin' up to kill me but your motherfuckin rap's trash,
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash
You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass
After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.
I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business
Cuz i cant get high off that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is
But money never lasts, in fact it's only last
Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash
Pure trash infused with such elegance,
We all here, from the dealers to the kids
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