But the guide seemed decide
These shows be packing tight
Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead
Im the best thing since sliced bread,
But can i really call me one when i talk most to a host
But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned
And i end up giving your kids dat bread.
Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet
Coming back with this shit bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Managing my vanity while channeling my insanity
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread
Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck
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