Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror
Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,
Now the first week sales can't hardly compete
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Im jus sitting and having a perk
No rubber sole, hardwood bastard
Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Me and your mum had rough sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit
And notice that no ones having ya protected,
And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,
Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low
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