A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
Deep into the ground causing it to quake
We taking over towns with it
Thus contributing to ongoing credit
I'm getting praises again, it seems like i'll be taking a win
Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin
I'm taking shots, y'all faking knots, conscious? i'm paid to talk it,
Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket
Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied
Instead i cramb it all and keep it deep down inside.
To think of something deep and how it would rhyme
I spit murder, every bar is a crime
Jumped off the porch when i was like six
Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs
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