That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone
In thriller, i’m a killer, who’s iller on the microphone?
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns
Going up on the mic
Small, but you talkin' big
(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check
I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck
I'm thee, greatest on the microphone, stinging like bee, but,
With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck
(slow ) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check
Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Pepe le pew my music
Its bf king on the mic,
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