This faggot doesn't know of his germs inside
Studio fifty four if we get the props right
A prisoner inside of your own brain.
But the industry's a lot like, a crap game
Your girl couldn't get enough of lordpapichulo cumming
I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting
Scrilla fan, oh boy and
Inside the depths of his basement
The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its
And put trash rappers inside of coffins
Right inside of the imprinted wrap
They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black
Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see
The malady living inside of me,
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