Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
I have that maple syrup urine disease,
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
It's been chaos at the scene, survived through the disease
Let fly trigger a torpedo nuclear or a new disease
So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese
Home of the rappin disease
Ass shots in her seven jeans
Way too big for my my fucking jeans
Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease
The death that bloats like a disease
E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees
Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat
Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,
Like reptilians but i'm sicker than a rare disease
Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
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