Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,
My parents went away on a week's vacation and
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
Got that strap on my hip like a leg brace
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
Waiting for what to end?
That's why i never claimed i was the best
A legendary streak comes to an end
Your best lines are a rubber band gun
And you can tell everyone
I was twelve when the gunned you
Would end up in hell too!
Be the ocean, where i unravel
Your a horse without a saddle
By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star
Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar
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