Girls fast how jamaicans run
// [but the kid is not my son]
My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings
Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce
Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,
So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone
I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun
Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?
Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run
Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son
Comedian, try again, son
Me and my microphone could be one
Damn.... can you keep up son?
And i am one of one
They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block
Im done, hopefully you now know im the one son of the true rap god, sent in a heavenly pod,
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