To war with the coppers
And their mothers and fathers
Modu, he's ready for whatever
And don't ever (and don't ever)
Fuck that now trying get the money
And a fridge and some broccoli
But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
And stop playing hide and seek,
Cause they right down the street
No smilescause ain't a thing funny
Living young and wild and free
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
You feel it from your head to your toes
And get it again and again
Magic city tipping them
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