Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick
Slap it on a butty, ten foot thick, then wash it all down with a cup of sick
Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood
Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot
It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,
Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights
Constitution, they hurt after losing
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
Everyday losing some source of hope
Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke
One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole
Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll
But he don't rule a thing
Look at all the hoes you losing
White boy, six foot, packin a nine
I'm running out of time
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