To all the frauds stop faking, relax
Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags
But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much
Now my familys like a cursed bunch,
Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds
Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads
Got a brain, a car, and a bunch of crystals,
Took her to the club bought her three more bottles
With business hoes an college strippers
A bunch a singers and sinners
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//
It'll last for all these crazy days
Don’t battle a bunch of gays.
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