Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free
Thoughts of immortality
They gettin chips, they flippin bricks
King of the va, off of those toxins.
Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard
Of being of always getting wired
You got your mean little walk with the model pose
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Everybody coming home deserve a white benz
Return of the king of flow
Maybe we just need to slow
Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
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