Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks
No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,
Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks
Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible
Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,
And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems
After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.
Leaping in the limelight sucks
Don’t let me talk about the deal ones
Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems
With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,
That's why it sucks so bad
Yeah, the sex in the sack
To add to the list of beverly hills victims
This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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