Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll
Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole
Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too
'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you
Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick
Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick
Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick
My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic
Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole
Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole
Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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