Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
Im malcolm sex, crazier than charles manson
Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron
The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come
And inhospitable,
As i light one for ill will
The plight of a rapper or whatever
And don't ever (and don't ever)
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
"listen to the track bitch!" echoes
And kill yourself and your clique
I pray the lord my guns to keep
You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts
Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles
Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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