I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin chickens
And she ain't have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
Force upon you images of a dismantled body,
As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not
Never tame to any part of the body/
Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
And my bank account look just like a phone card
The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,
Of a waiter but the way i'm dropping shit is major
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
With parts of their body through the mail
See i'm ahead but you stay the snail
Fill up the body full of crosses
And i be talking about me, i do this
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