To measure the sickness and wickedness
Rappin off these old beats make you feel limitless
As he lecures from whoever to the basic units of measure/
I mean your whole heart is so confusing with the weird weather
The size of my balls you can't even measure/
It's not about what she has or what's in her dresser
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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