This is a song about "Big cunt"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Cause no matter what i wont get back up on my feet you ruined me you fucking cunt

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Devil is jealous, cuz compared to me he aint nothin but a open cunt

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

The jiggas and the tips

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

But that's alright cause you'll be on your deathbed soon enough you insufficient cunt,

You know you're a cunt

I fear no opponent

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt

And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,

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