Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.
Jumped off the porch when i was like six
After eating burgers and chips
Her tears are like acid, eating my insides
Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites
No rations or resources for eating//
And my wish is to have everything
While you chinese be eating flies
Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice
Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce
Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws
Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some
Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan
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