They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather
Why do i have to prove that you just can't hold it together
We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news
They're damaged living lavish claiming they can handle savings but fail to prove
And i snap like bob backlund in the booth
How many verses i gotta murder to prove
Now you got me hopped up on that
I dont know if i can take it
So i can prove you bastards wrong, and fuckin finish the job
Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop
What else i gotta to to prove
I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth
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