When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
You make me feel so fuzzy, and funny and cuddly
Or tryna play around with bubbles and forks
And the headrest had to have about eight thorns
My head's still fuzzy and im still mad
When love comes callin', don’t love back
Drink till my brain slushy, my vision gets fuzzy
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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