They say nothings ever free
Thoughts of immortality
If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
Of the book of your life
You make a nigga sing songs nice
The game of love
Of potential cases
King of the va, off of those toxins.
So here i am at the store for some chips
Of being of always getting wired
Its no days off, although i'm bored to work
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes
No one notice your plight
Out of mind out of sight
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