Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer
Prior to being a master liar, i was getting higher/
Inability to master complex rhymes, my game is not refined/
I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind
The way a nigga see it you little niggas is curious
I got a lot of plans that were in itself master pieces
Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
I lead like a mayor or master i'll end your chapter
I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,
I'm feelin' like i better have an answer
After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
Spit catastrophes and a master piece in one verse sounds absurd
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