This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would
Is a necessity,
Cause time is money
I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this
This is a rap bout how real my life is
His name is david carradine, he died terribly
Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody
I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame
I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,
They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage
Uh, david chaff be getting on the mic bitch
But don't fall asleep
It is a fucking treat,
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