Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,
Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach
Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass
With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass
My niggas getting mad
You, you, you have to pay for that
What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe
Getting back to just spitting with all my motherfuckin might/
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
I'm wishing my victims back to life to replace myself there instead
I got my life back on track
Bring that shit the fuck back
40 on my face, getting cash
Your life is a product of trash
I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now
Maybe i'll get my life back and find myself another use somehow.
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