They infiltrate our homes, africa
Man i've reached heights dwight howard couldn't reach nigga
Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips
We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets
That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/
I woke up screaming, fuck the world
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