Holla at your rude boy
Go play with your sex toy
Me and your mum had rough sex
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
It wasn't about the sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
It's a meaningless cycle of despair
Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair
Your bars are meaningless when they're compared to mine
I spit murder, every bar is a crime
I've got nothin' to worry about
Malcolm sex, there is no doubt
Malcolm sex is still a
You made me wanna
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