Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
I'm open to the market
Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors
Because its a growing job market and i like computers
Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,
But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see
Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket
I am the hardest in the market
Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
One month later you cornered me in market, you thought i could be an easy target.
I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that
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