Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement
See no matter how badly he got kicked in the gut
He act like a fog cause he got that mystery flow
I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow
Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,
I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women
Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens
From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish
Hate me if you want to but always remember this
Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children
And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from
And a finger in the middle that i leave em with
Who thought he was brave n shit well ok let's see if
I haven't ate in the last 22 summers and i'm 22 now it's about to go down
And a clown is invited so he can take children into bedrooms and make them frown,
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