There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
And where we've come and how we still have to go really far
Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice
Of the book of your life
Feeling, of appealing
I'm doing the same thing
Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff
Of which im not exactly proud of,
Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus
Cause america the terror of,
I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil
Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential
I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
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