They left the keys to the brand new porsche
'cause i had the strength and balls
Rub the wood and ima show em love
You start seeing they long face like horses
I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
Alcohol and booty calls
My home was broken by wreckin' balls
And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course
His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls
My rapping made you soil
Your balls get susan boyle
Don't test me unless you got the balls
They say the money talks and bullshit walks
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