Man we pullin' out like jack rabbits out of magic hats,
Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice
In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,
Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast
Taking money out the piggy bank
My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand
Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,
To burn innocent rabbits
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,
So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter
We getting cheese like it's macaroni,
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
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