Big ol bitch cant take the bad news
And i snap like bob backlund in the booth
He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs
Instead i sat back took notes tried to be sneaky like a fox,
You betrayed me like a fox, shit.
The dead society of a poet
My time with their half-witted reviews
Sit here all day, watch the news?
Fox off a spliff, stop on a hit to often forget
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops
Hard as rocks locked in a fox box
When it came to grams it was 90 i fried
Including fox hill and 27th street
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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