And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe
Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,
Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
An archetype, always progress with what i write
Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side
Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city
Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!
Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt
Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
I won’t beg and dare i say please
Ima let her be by herself in peace
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