Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks
But love my music, say i do nothing but hits
Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear
Around the same year, i did your girlfriend in the rear,
When you spill out hits
And quit walking with ur hips,
From ur head n' ur mind,
From the womb, my newborn child
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
And with them dashes ur probably running too fast.
Ur jaw drops when you get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
Think of this. hows ur everything filled with nothingness
Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus
Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur
Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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