I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate
911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,
I love the money but i hate the cheese
E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees
Eventually leading you to depression
I roam like phone with no vocal reception
Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait
But theres one thin line between love and hate
From this pain and depression.
She all on my skin
So if it comes down, may the best man win
That the world's in great depression
And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate
It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate
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