And that shit is just insane, motherfucking insane
I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same
This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,
Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled
We're motherfucking kcb, no body is able to outdo us.
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
I finally got a girl, mom!/
I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb
Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again
Is such a motherfucking pain
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.
Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
Im darker than riddick! my mom is a critic!
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