It wasn't about the sex
A coward dies a thousand deaths
Black fours red drop head doors
Would to an animal he scores
Me and your mum had rough sex
After lebron, i'm what's next
You would bet on malcolm sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
And in love with her, lets have sex
Cannibal animal whose on the loose
Pathological liars even know i'm the truth
I spit fire like a fire breathing animal
Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
I would keep the screams to myself you filthy animal
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