I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents
See me every night chilling with all of my friends
Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations
Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips
I'm twitching explaining my hate in a basement
Since napster the sales been crashin' and
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Just keep them out of my basement and away from the tv
But keep in mind i came up with this in my damn basement
Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk
And your wife in my basement bound to enslavement
You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
But there's one in my basement now head and fucking limbless
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