Shit i'm the the rapper
For kicks i cure cancer
"contemplate", i wrote about her
Your pants get hit with cancer
Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer
Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer
Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter
Dont answer i know you beat cancer
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
See, i like the person that you are
My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.
Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans
Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans
I'm sure she remember the time she kick me in the liver
Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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