Cut out your livers gizzards and balls
They calling me often to offer me walls
Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot
I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good
My balls get lubed in oil
My rapping made you soil
Contributing the real shit
But still feels hated and deflated
My home was broken by wreckin' balls
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs
Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs
Poke out from behind her
My balls ashton kutcher
Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,
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