I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
There destructive like cancer act
I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer
Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter
My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch
Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch
Well, that's what you are
Your pants get hit with cancer
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
Putting cancer in supper and shit
Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face
She sure does talk a a lot about dick, boy she must be in that genital phase
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