It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all
Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall
6 foot something, in his forties and real slim
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
My choppa strap too long
Look, by the end of this song
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Just one hit from me, and youll be six foot under
Cause you're most likely to crash
Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass
They giving pounds and that before get the money
Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?
Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll
Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll
To mcs that don't rhyme good
But we got off on the wrong foot
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