After this eighth be high like out of middle school
Churches searching for the pockets of the poor
And pissing red, white, and blue
I'm eating real good, no soup for you
True player, cory mo cold as hell
Or throw in the white towell
You see now that nigga lonely
Just start floatin in the sea
Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Megaphones be blaring my bass,
And i got that drive and she just might crash
Especially if you are fucking white.
You gotta make sure you aim right
You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
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