Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good
Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put
When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli
Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody
One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.
It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet
That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail
Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail
Grow it in my red house
Heystop running your mouth
My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen
Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,
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