Than catch your s.t.i.s you caught from lying with all those guys/
You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice
That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters
Im fed up with lives problems case of the cold shoulders/
Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown
The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home
You got with other guys, i see that as treason/
My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun
Girl problems? talk it out. guy problems? shotgun out!
In her defense she a part of the crowd
With all the motherfuckin' guys get the ladies why they drinkin' then
And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den
On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time
You can't solve all your problems with some weed and wine
The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical
With psychological problems i live a constant cycle
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