Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
And a fridge and some broccoli
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course
Riddles and jokes and scary crows
2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Lets come up to my city
Living young and wild and free
Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and
Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend
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