It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole
My goal is going gold with out selling my soul
Asshole, me? i never ask for more,
Pine-green foams, they may never see the store
You asshole rappers spittin shit in the booth
I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes
But i could call you glass joe, asshole!
Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll
No one-half and i hate math
I splash your dirty ass,
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar
So the devil that drove in her got in control
Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole
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