Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast
I'm always out in the cotton field
Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em
With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes
The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll
I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole
Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them
Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em
Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field
No longer with us; he's deceased
Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field
I did a little stint, shout out to the south east
Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car
Of masc to the field and double to the r
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