Grits chopped off for the love and affection
You're uncool like my mother kin
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one
No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,
In the viper room with just me and river phoenix
Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?
Carolina where i made it from
Gett this money flip it like bacon
She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don
My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,
No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
On top of jay mccabe and his bacon
And last but not least please don't tell no one
While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs
Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
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