Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,
The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position
You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please
And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories
All that counts is that head up your ass,
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man
I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan
Take that cutlass an shove it up yo ass,
A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash
Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back
Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad
I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains
Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/
This hype ass media sayin you gotta be this or do that
We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
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