Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
I go through phases of violence
Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy
I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny
Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears
They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,
My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Combine violence, silence, phonetics
And in akron, my niggas they would throw things
And hip-hop’s positive messages like stop the violence,
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
My music is like confetti rain when you win a race
There would be no violence, nowhere in anyplace
It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,
Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
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