A coward dies a thousand deaths
Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
Just who is malcolm sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
I call heads, but i get sex/
Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
Whining and complaining about when you coming home
So retarded you forgot your extra fuckin' chromosome
The world is so typical
Extra salt on the frizzle
You would bet on malcolm sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
And we havin' rough sex
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
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