After lebron, i'm what's next
Or a sunday fry x4
I wil make you suffer with my laughing curse...
We gotta get back to what really matters
Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die
Hook me up to a chair and watch as my brains fry,
Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph
Together all the timethought it was true love
What the fuck oh its a buck.
The cool say i'm thug
Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route
That wil tell you staight and shame you out
Like that tragedy chris angel,
Tell your girls, to come join our table
The winged angel with a knife
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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