Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick
She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick
He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries
Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise
So take my bat and these base balls
Huh, a metaphor of course
'cause i had the strength and balls
Shots, they back and forth
Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
My balls get lubed in oil
My rapping made you soil
Your balls get susan boyle
You have laid your footprint in the soil
Now im doing cannon balls
Kirko paint her walls
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