Talking to yourself flingin of the pole
When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll
I don't know defeat
Yeah you can call me new meat
Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street
Until i give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Now i’m up in this bitch
The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll
Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole
Flows, imported from north pole
Open up your contacts then scroll
She going crazy round that pole like it a fuck fest
So the next time you feel like your world's about to end
And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep
In the #belly of the #beast, #teeth #biting through the #meat
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