But that throat she got have a nigga stuck
Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck
I kill shows and bag more clothes
Fry them up like potatoes
Tell your girls, to come join our table
Like that tragedy chris angel,
A guiding angel to see
But am i less holy
Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true
You didn't see me here if someone ask you
Get yours; you know what this about
That wil tell you staight and shame you out
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