That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make
Make the mother fucker melt
I practiced till that shit made perfect
I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,
I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape
I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose
Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close
She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears
That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Yeah this new town cannot make
Redbox flow and i do not date
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