Hoping to cut you down to hundred stitches
This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this
Speed up, patience, please cause
But il cut your dick off
Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck
So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut
Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters
We gotta get back to what really matters
And this world's mine, but the womb is hers
Cut you with the same pair of scissors
I dont just cut with swords
Chomping at your oxygen chords
And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend
Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/
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