Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat
I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,
Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace
Its a sickness , i can't resist these bitches thickness,how could god leave
Well, i can handle that
I don't know how to rap,
God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,
Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice
Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god
We charging you niggas up you like it or not
Your man wale in his own damn lane
Forgot and lost what i became,
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