There'd still be niggas out killing
And i'm dizzy and spinning
I swear they think i'm crazy
Living young and wild and free
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
Got shows on top of shows
And nasty remains and bones
Patron black, uh, patron jones
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed
Social conditioning and
I ain't trying to be ignorant
And a fridge and some broccoli
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
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