Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun
Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
Now this is what i call an evening
Rollin' down the four o five
Of the book of your life
Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential
Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Feeling, of appealing
I was born to do the damn thing
And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here
Using blacks of course was of wide appeal
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