Searching for fortune and fame
My speeches come from my soul and brain,
Than your body decays and soul goes up in the sky
How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle
That's your soul along with your principles and your morals
Together all the timethought it was true love
Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole
Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul
We're young and we don't give a fuck
And her soul flew down not up,
But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start
This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart
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