Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass
More deadly to the blacks than hitler was with the sleep gas
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
Shit now i'm going to hell maybe i'll bunk with hitler,and we could take turns in
It's late and you stuck in my basement
I like to poop out of my butt,
I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope
When i'm on it, on it like my job
Purgin haters like stalin
Car seats got screens in them
Black fours red drop head doors
Like poop smeared on the walls
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