Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die
Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my
Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill
Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,
Monday through monday we be cashing checks
Bad hoes i'm seen with them
I wouldn´t diss my own mum,
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me
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