I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,
Im not sad or blue im fucking black and red dude rip a rapper up like old news
I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines
Im that adolescent mc whos attested, not to mess with no questions
No wonder im excited and not calm
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
But who im playin with its ya body that makes ya so fine
Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
With no cards of royalty, fuck rap i'm here to body people, show no loyalty!
No not really, im not a tough guy,
You know i want a piece of that pie
Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there
No body cared, just left with those scared and unaware so they'd stare
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