I worried if i'd pass that, but i raised the bar, and this time kills,
Everybody seems to misread every sentence
I aint comparing them cos dis aint my department!
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Nowadays i reminisce on when all i worried bout was grades/
You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes
We can't catch the beat
Competitors get worried
Ya'll so worried whether i can say the n word
Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard
Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches
Cause bitch, i'm big business
Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks
But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance
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