Your pants get hit with cancer
Shit i'm the the rapper
Curing depression with my pen's special medicine.
But i'm sorry for the damage i have done
I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer
You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
He roamed around his village curing people's pandemonium
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
None at all, that's the answer, the chance is bigger if it cures cancer.
And then along came the wrong man for her
Eating my soul just like cancer,
Account overdraft what i got this debit for
Will i die in my sleep or will i die of cancer
There state of mind, delirious, once done aint no curing this,
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
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