Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...
A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message
I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.
Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why
After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets
Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts
Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....
Together all the timethought it was true love
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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