This is a song about "An"

Showin of your ass an

Just take control if you can

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

Anti-violent i chant my rhymes an

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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