I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close
Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,
Grab out paper and pen, i'm breaker o' men, whoops...
Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules
Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way
And that both of these boys, not men, will eventually pay
I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,
The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again
To condescend, disassemble, diss or vent and give or send men that paid off mortgages
So i gotta take itya never know when it's all gonna happentha rappen or tha drugs
Makes me sleep and blown by men.
Bet i get like 8 of them
Talking about the god you serve
And the old men snore at marshall mathers
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