Return of the king of flow
Call me whatever joe
Of which im not exactly proud of,
She can make a pimp fall in love
Oh girl now don't be silly
Thoughts of immortality
I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh
Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.
Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar
There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.
Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
Raybands...hide the face of,
I can teach you all the sounds of love
But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
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