Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,
She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess
Vampire diaries, once upon a time and sex and the city
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
And in love with her, lets have sex
But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat
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