Just look at my good body
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
He thinks everything is banter, he can't see it's just slander,
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues
Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes
And really don't matter unless y'all coming with
Til they're as good as d12's kon artis
Or be real good at cooking
Catch you up on places i've been
It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy
That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy
This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this
Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches
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