My friends were off at school
Then you look like a fucking fool
Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run
Pants shitting, scared, barely even shifting, i'm as sick as fourty children
I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,
A couple milli in the bag and my face good
Dig, these niggas is fake joe
We all children who dont even know.
Snd you don't own the fucking world!
Long as she come to me first
Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
As i christen your children
I'm a son of a gun
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