And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes
And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,
Watching for the cops that's moving through
So here comes malcolm sex to murder you
I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape
You bitches just spit so much hate
It feels like i'm goin' insane, am i the one who's crazy?
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
Crazy,psychotic or even insane
We was lookin for change 'til barack came
Body doze, who ? give em karate blows
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
When somebody charged with murder they claim they're insane
All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim
Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name
I go crazy wit' my raps, betta call me insane
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