Aye, hold your head homie, look
But we got off on the wrong foot
No one-half and i hate math
Fuck with mine, i'll put my foot up your ass
Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall
Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall
6 foot something, in his forties and real slim
I’m smoother than alopecia skin
Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll
My goal is going gold with out selling my soul
Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good
This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook
She prefer the dutty wine
White boy, six foot, packin a nine
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot or 9,my raps are better than all your shit combined,
Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed
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