No one hardly escapes from murder, so just put the gun on safety/
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb
He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album
They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed
And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,
Livestock looked after by herders,probation for internet surfers
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches
The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this
Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday
You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
You were the safety on my gun, you pulled me through it
When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats
Lately i've been drawing some safety maps
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