Better than the last stack of bull crap
Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack
See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun
Guess what i can bull too even though i've even rider one
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox
Tell me bull shit i diss it
Mc hammer too legit
All this bull shit aint gonna stop me from chasing dreams
Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans
But all yo get is bull crap
Two times for the chicks with the right bag
I figured out that it don't matter for real
Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel
She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature
Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull
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