Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit
Quit talking like ya ill minded,
To im chopping of your genitals kill ya mother and father drop u and your
Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store
Would drop a bomb to kill ya moms and laughing when its on the news
See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes
Real shit, twisted and sick feel me bitch? ill kill ya quick im itchin to put
Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;
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