Yo, once stole a row home
Little latasha sho' grown
She got that good good
If a wood chuck could chuck wood
So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood
Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook
Wood, gold, platinum, diamond
Off jump boo, cudi give you funk
I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know
See, it's something about commitment though
Should i say the fake leg made out of wood
And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good
You see the devil is alive but he work slow
The world looking out, they on the front row
Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow
I gotta go, death row awaits me now,
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