These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case
Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes
Ill give you time to sleep on your rap schemes.
Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave
Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.
Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet
That rap is mostly dead/
You could say i'm friends with fred
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue
Ill win the battles, ill leave the sluts for you to woo
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
Bang your dead . so ill call jesus and tell him i killed you cause
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