Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot
And in this game you the gators' food
Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars
Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,
I fucking hate this job
Big and fat, as my big fat oak
And junk food that's been feeding me.
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive
I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes
And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart
And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,
Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina
I try to tell them i'm one of the
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