All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that
Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.
Now your mind is in a state of criss cross
That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss
Im trying to see her in bed
Got that cross on my forehead,
That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist
Now i'm playin' solitaire patient
Never cross me and this could be friendly
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint
But, shorty i'm far from a saint
Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross
They say the money talks and bullshit walks
I should've been a dentist
Cross that shit off my checklist
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