Giving rap artists an early dismiss
Mama told me it'd be days like this
You rawer than an aborted baby at birth,
Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players
Killin' imagery, droppin' bitches just like elephants
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve
Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth
Something wicked this way come
When you birth from explosion,
And the discography, somethin' you got to see
Since birth this what this world means to me, a lost legacy
I am of blue blood, had a noble birth
Talking about the god you serve
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head
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