So call me paul revere cause she was cummin' until i finished.
Take the time to revise my design, you silly nitwit
You're bat skills won't matter when i'm on missionary
This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
So while you worry about the hoes
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
Stop screamin', bitch: you shouldn't be that alarmed
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Thoughts of immortality
My personality is full of criminality
Paul mason is faster than you
She just wanted the last, thought i wanted it too
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