I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much
Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage
I fucked your mom last night and her titties i felt
That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help
It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement
Number ten, i just went and fucked your ass up friend
About the niggas who fucked you everyday inside your house
I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows
I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass
My rap fucked you harder than when your dad fucks you in the ass.
Snortin straight off your tushy now i'm straight fucked
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt
Now let me thunder fuck your minds til you become mind fucked,
In 1 , 2 , 3 blaw i will get your ass fucked and you know how
Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now
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