The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
It's a thrill to kill unskilled rappers, i call it tough love
Its irony that haters love to hate me,
And this baby daddy, is new to the family
The people in this world they don't love they hate
Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid
Pocket racked up all big faces
Conceived in hate yet taught to love
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
I love you but wanna kill you, fucking bitch
Hate drake, love jay and kanye, and blame wayne,
I swear i'll never call you bitch again
I love the money but i hate the cheese
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
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