Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
Things left unsaid remain 6 feet deep, dead
If a nigga creep, he get put to sleep dead folks
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
Believe me, i'm beyond dead
Nobody ain't own us yet
My voice make her wet
Your raps are so brain dead
Your friends say, why we not together yet
Fuck around with me you just get dead
But i can't kill somethig already dead
Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread
Holla out my set
Like night of the living dead
Kick back and know yo son set
Back from the motherfucking dead
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