They tested with stress that they under
And then raped my mother,
I have emotions that i want to express,
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...
My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised
But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps
We fight then we have make up sex
But if we want that, then we're gonna have to pray
I’m on this one way headed where the slums play
But if we want that, then we're gonna have to pray
Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say
And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes
Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes
You have to be in some stupid cult that i will never join here this "no"
I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window
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