Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll
First shot missed then he hit, that's how i got this hole.
Fire in the hole. shame her vag is flammable.
Rack city, rack city she need a shovel
Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole
Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole
I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole
Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole
Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole
But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
Flow stop like a bullet hole clot
King of the club, i bet you can’t top
If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,
Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
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