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An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions