Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career
Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill
She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears
Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,
Or something that you paid for
Dont answer i know you beat cancer
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer
And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth
I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,
Your pants get hit with cancer
Something worth dying for
And i hear em feeling my florida swagger
I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?
Rhymes flow through me like blood
I don't really give a fuck
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