All around theres death,drugs, and rape
Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape
It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done
My anus is like a tool, such high pressure anal explosion
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
You would bet on malcolm sex
Rape you with repetition
What up girl, tell me how you been
She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight
Why do you hate and why do you affiliate with a jake
Control the mind of yo master
Just blink twice and i’m there where you are
I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
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