Puns char the bar pump cigars hard
While she blame mesecrets in tha dark
These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different
Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump
Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck
Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck
Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing
I just got one request, stop breathing
My finger on the trigger, again in the liver, like my reps gotta pump
But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different
He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"
I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good
Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look
And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could
That everythings fine, ok and good
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