This is a song about "Midget sex"

I'm on deck i'm up next

We fight then we have make up sex

Malcolm sex is still a

Coroners comfort your mama

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

After lebron, i'm what's next

You would bet on malcolm sex

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

You're coming up short of my kneecap, midget,

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