Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer
You wife ain't shit, we g'd her
For kicks i cure cancer
I gotta bounce, i don’t call her
Your pants get hit with cancer
I got something you've been waiting for
I hoped that these guys would suffer the cancer
Everybody lets go
This shit ain't nothing new though
To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure
Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature
Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull
Im an infection and there is no cure
You know...you know who you are
Your pants get hit with cancer
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