So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face
I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,
My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight
Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night
Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats
I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,
I'm trying to find new ways, to break through, in this rap game,
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/
Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war
My new flow bought hublots below zero
Have evil thoughts on ways to make deniro
And what about the rappers
Tried to break this unlawful curse,
Weighin 165 and these tricks should die
Lookin for ways to try
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