What time is it, huh? check my french
Any sings of foul stench,
I'm breathing for a purpose
Down any thoughts of us
I'll piss off any christian
Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
I'm not taking any chances
Trying to get back to this thing called love
Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards
Don't understand any of those words,
Attain it by any means
Get grand slam fans out of they seats
My name lenny, you don't get any
On they twitter writing novels, see
You ain't more street so go suck your mother
Any resistance im grabbing my putter
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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