After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die
Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds
So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that
Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...
It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue
Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you
Pepe le pew my music
This flow so slow, i`m so slick,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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