No rubber sole, hardwood bastard
Im in first place put you in third
I always made sure there was a small space around like i was in the wrong place
Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face
Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll
Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole
And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins
Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.
And my main bitch, she just started school
I first had sex in preschool
Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways
Go to hell and get rape, penetrate by demons in the torment space
Flowing in space saying goodbye
In the lambo looking like a fly
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