Got my foot on the gas
Fell asleep in first class
You ain't gon find that
Put my foot in your casket
They say the money talks and bullshit walks
Cut out your livers gizzards and balls
Huh, i can't interpret her
Your balls necro butcher
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,
Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find
Your balls cry during bug life
We hustle to survive
So take my bat and these base balls
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
So i went down south but i ended up north
Don't test me unless you got the balls
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