Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
Im always on the yard like farmers
And their mothers and fathers
And don't ever (and don't ever)
It still will come up clever
Ain't no women at the shows
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
And i put you on the team
Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,
Patron black, uh, patron jones
And nasty remains and bones
Have no souls indeed
And stop playing hide and seek,
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