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Don't mistake him for satan

Me and my microphone could be one

//here we go, make history, yo

I just call it …remember all the dough

You're worse than any verse i make you're a mistake

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

You meant nothing, silly

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

September 2nd will go down in history

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Cannibal rest is the history

So let 'em chase love

Not a mistake but greatness